Monday, July 19, 2010

Zucchini Recipes

Over the weekend, I made some zucchini chocolate chip muffins, suggested last week by Sparkless.  Yum!  Double Yum!  I printed out recipes for zucchini bars, zucchini latkes, and zucchini quiche, but it's no use.  I can't eat or dry even 20% of this zucchini bounty, and my freezer doesn't have enough space. The next appliance purchase is a freezer that I've already picked out from Sears.  It may stay on the wish list for a while though.

This will be a busy week.  Meeting again with Mr North tonight.  Last time I met Mr North, Mr East was consuming all my oxygen, and Mr North didn't get a fair shot.  Meeting Mr Far East (think Massachusetts) on Wednesday, and then Mr, um, South-ish later this week.  I'm running out of directions.  I believe that meeting Mr Right on the internet is simply a numbers game.  I've heard that 90% won't click, but that means I'll have to meet another 8 or so guys to get to the next click-er!  The folks that were over yesterday told me a story about a friend of theirs who was also trying internet dating.  According to them, this lady was  meeting new guys at the rate of several a week.  She gave up, and then found him.  They met online, chatted a bit, then did a literal drive-by.  Didn't even get out of their cars the first time they met!  They're married now.

Internet dating and zucchini are related!  Because I'm using evening time this week on the guy goal, there's no time left for the zucchini goal.  If there aren't any keepers out of this week's bunch (guys, that is), I'm going to take a breather from internet dating!  Pat myself on the back for giving it the old college try, and then give myself a break.  Then I'll move on.  To zucchini, that is.


  1. I think every Mister you meet with has to take at least a half-dozen zucchinis.

  2. Go get 'em!! Best of luck for a click.

  3. Good use of your time this week, I say. You'll never meet him in the zucchini patch, that's for sure.

  4. That's a great idea, Heather! Like a door prize, I'll hand them each two ... or five, even before we shake hands. "Here ya go. Nice to meet you."