Zucchini from CSA+lazy Sunday morning+work avoidance+appreciative children+Martha Stewart recipe=zucchini cupcakes.
Jan Philips' poetry+a recovering perfectionist+food obsession=this poem.
Going for it
Overnight, the yogurt thickens,
straining through cheesecloth,
fermenting to sour.
Blossom on the hairy vine
is suddenly squash
for stir fries, braises, gratins.
Eggs, alert and solo in their carton,
are whisked into yellow froth
of frittata, omelet, crepe.
I see now I've been holding back,
getting it right when I could get it
What if I was transformed every day?
I followed this recipe almost exactly EXCEPT I didn't add nuts (Kids. You know them.) and I added 1/4 c. buttermilk at the last moment because the batter looked a little stiff to me, probably because I put more zucchini in than it called for. I ended up really liking the little bit of tang the buttermilk gave them.