Ed. note: This post was started on Sunday night, my iPad refused to co-operate (when did it become one of my kids?!?) and I could not finish the post or really do much of anything. I went to bed in a funk and am just now feeling like giving the post another shot. So, on my better behaved laptop, here I go.
This past weekend, I gave Mrs. Cleaver a run for her domestic goddess crown. On Saturday I had a zucchini baking marathon. Cookies, bread, muffins, mini-muffins, I baked ’em all.
This:
Turned into this:
and this:
and finally this:
And I still had two zucchini’s left! I individually wrapped and froze most of the baked goods for future snacks for my smalls. Yesterday, I harvested four more zucchinis (zucchini? zucchina?), baked another loaf of bread and a dozen muffins (with chocolate chips this time – very special treat day!) and this morning I sent four more to work with Mr. K.B. for his co-workers. Whatever I do not get to bake, I will shred and freeze for winter baking. Yum!
If anyone is looking for some killer zucchini bread/muffin or cookie recipes, just let me know and I’ll post them. I have a kick-ass vegan recipe that tastes absolutely meat-a-tarian (but is not) and reduced sugar and fat recipes that taste totally sweet and chunky. 🙂
But that was just on Saturday. On Sunday, I made three separate batches of this:
Three types of jam, one afternoon. Blueberry, reduced (significantly) sugar, Strawberry, reduced (also significantly) sugar, and Blueberry-Strawberry no-sugar added jam. (B.C. blueberries, yum! Thank you, Sutton Sobey’s!) And you know what? It was not that hard to make. Or scary. And it did not take all day, no one was injured and only one jar didn’t seal, and since it’s already been eaten, six days later, I’m calling my adventures with Jam a success. But, of course now I’ve really started wishing for fruit trees of our own! Apple sauce season is almost upon us and I can feel my apple peeling muscles getting all excited. 🙂 I think I may need to get out of the house more often. 😉
I know that Mrs. Cleaver is shaking in her well-heeled shoes now. I’m getting to her, I just know it!
But now, it is Friday. And it’s taken me a whole week to blog about last weekend. I hope to do better this weekend. Maybe. We’ll see.
Happy Friday!