
Y’all remember how I used to frequently find zucchini on my windshield after Taekwondo? There was also that one library incident.
Since I don’t see Sensei any more, the zucchini well has dried.
Or has it?

Y’all remember how I used to frequently find zucchini on my windshield after Taekwondo? There was also that one library incident.
Since I don’t see Sensei any more, the zucchini well has dried.
Or has it?
Like all great stories, this one begins and ends with zucchini.
Here’s what happened.
As planned, I made [read: commissioned Baking Daughter to make] muffins with the zucchini from the Senseis’ bounteous garden. I showed Sensei:

Sensei said, “Want to make a trade??? You need raw materials, I need finished goods.”