By which I mean: I am not a culinary genius.
My lab has started having the person who gives lab meeting the following week bring in snack for the current week’s meeting. I’m it, for Tuesday. I baked two loaves of zucchini bread, with the plan of giving our houseguest some slices for his red-eye flight tonight, and Pea and I having some for us, and there still being heaps of loaf for lab meeting, complemented with some grapes. I love grapes.
I baked the loaves this morning, tested with toothpicks, and left them cooling in their pans while we wandered around the city eating delicious things. Rough life I have, I know.
I came home this evening to find two collapsed loaves, which, when turned out of their pans, revealed themselves to be mostly raw. I promptly channeled my inner chef genius, chopped them into small squares (or misshapen blobs for the middle bits), and threw them back in the oven on a cookie sheet. Twice baked zucchini bites! I could see my back-up career of baker surging to the forefront!
It turns out, as you may well have guessed, dear reader, that twice-baked zucchini bites are weird. Edible, and almost tasty, but definitely weird in texture. Like toasted zucchini loaf. Which is exactly what they are, so I don’t know why I am so surprised. I’m taking them to lab tomorrow, because grad students will seriously eat anything. I need something new (and successful) for Tuesday though.
lab book update: I swear to you, I SWEAR. I think I am ovulating. I thought this last week though, but today I’ve got the cramps to corroborate (though no OPKs as I only got back last night and I didn’t bring any with me for my trip). Of course I am ovulating, since I have my random ultrasound tomorrow, allowing me to pay some more money for no real purpose. It is day 30 of my 28-day rubella waiting period, which would be alarmingly considerate of my body indeed.
Watch though, if I run true to form, today’s discomfort will be followed by an ultrasound showing no follicular development whatsoever, meaning today I am once again adrift on the Sea of False-Certainty.