once upon a time, i was a beast.

I laughed when this title came to me.

Told it to Anna, and planned on naming this post exactly that.

Why?
Well, only because I spent the morning with half a ton of zucchini.

(laugh again)

I like to call this one The Phantom Hand.
;)

I don't know how many zucchini there were. Only that people (namely, Grandpa from his veggie stand, and our couple-blocks-away funny/sweetneighbor lady) have been giving them to us left and right, mostly huge ones . . .

The cup I'm drinking out of, that's a zucchini end. Yup. Huge thang. Ben picked that one from our garden. When I cut it open, it was warm from the sun. Odd, because the others were cool and picked days ago.

Looking at the bowls of chopped zucchini, I didn't even dream that it would amount to as much as it did.
When I was done with the food processor, I stepped back.
Anna and I shared a glance, and we stared at the two huge bowls.

And we started laughing.
I just want to tell you: those bowls are huge.
Really.
And I ended up bagging 10 quarts worth. Full to the top of the zippers.

See? See?!
It's like wicked.
The thing is, am I the only one who hates the skin-shrinking-cracking acid that zucchini leaks after you peel it?

There's the recipe. I love it.

Mmmm. The first double batch I made, I chopped some of the only chocolate chips we had in the freezer --we're near out-- which happened to be dark-dark Ghirardelli. Melty. Beautiful. Yum.

The second batch I made, I put it all into muffins. And I didn't put chocolate chips in this time, at the request of the peoples.

You know what I love about my style of baking?
This picture I snapped just seconds after I put the scraped bowl in the sink and the muffin pans in the oven. My point? I'm one of those weird ones who clean and organize the space I'm working on inbetween everything I'm doing in the recipe. Seriously. I'm the only one in the family who does it.
Sigh.
Oh well.
Anna says I'm kind of psycho in that way.
I'll put that on my upcoming post about OCD. Hah.

So, I shall leave you with that, beacuse it's 9:52pm and Anna wants to get a bit of walking in.

All in all, a productive morning and afternoon.
Which, by the way, doesn't happen all the time. Heh heh.
Three dozen muffins. Three loaf pans of super-chocolatey stuff. and 9 quarts left in the freezer, all ready to thaw and use in the future.
Sigh.
Almost makes me tired and my fingertips shrink up just at the thought.
:)

p.s. Sorry this post has nothing of substance besides flour, sugar, cinnamon and chocolate. Promise to make up for it soon. :]