So when I baked the first loaf of the season, somehow it stayed quietly hidden on the shelf of my refrigerator while a couple dozen friends came and went during a get-together this month. A crazy-fun day and night of sports and fireworks and food, nonstop talking and laughter…but no zucchini bread.
In my defense, I really didn’t think much about it the whole time. Yet after they left, visions of
sugarplums zucchini bread danced through my head and I
happily remembered the loaf on that second shelf.
But I was about to eat a slice of humble pie instead.Read the rest of this article at The Catholic Young Woman