The zucchini in question, grown by the relative of a friend of mine, handed to me on Friday:
Cleaned, cut and grated, it filled a very large bowl:
A good chunk of which became zucchini bread cupcakes! Lots of zucchini bread cupcakes! Soooo many zucchini bread cupcakes!
Some of the zucchini was combined with potatoes/eggs/olives/shallots/garlic and puffed up in the cast iron to become part of the breakfast spread for unexpected overnight guests this weekend. The carnivores, who were being all GREEDY, kept trying to raid that dish, even though they very well knew it was created specifically for the vegetarian.
Some of the zucchini was combined with pureed tomatoes/sweet onions/crumbled firm tofu/garlic/served on a bed of couscous, and AGAIN the greedy carnivores tried to get all up in that, even though they knew that dish was specifically for the vegan. That dish I made up on the spot based on what I had available in the kitchen, and the vegan loved it! Since I'm still learning how to properly cook for vegans and gluten-free people, that made me feel Accomplished.
(I simmered and seasoned the tomato part the night before while they were in the living room watching Shaun the Sheep, and somehow connecting that show to Men of Harlech. Because they were sort of waaaay drunk on tequila and sangrias I still have no idea how they went from A-to-B with Shaun-to-Wales because I was busy in the kitchen. Only mention it because I'm still Extremely Curious about what happened there.)
Anywho, the Greedy Carnivores were lectured by Moi on how what they consider a side dish is somebody else's main dish, and since the carnivore breakfast included bacon and two types of sausage, they needed to leave other people's food alone.
I have no pics of the breakfast spread. It was whipped up at 5:30 a.m. through a slight hangover - due to the guests having to get on the road to make their next stop in Vegas, baby - and that early in the morning taking pictures is not a thought that comes to mind.
Switched over to general cooking after they left. At one point it was 98-degrees inside my apartment. Thus I baked in my undies.
The remaining zucchini is in my freezer. Fall/winter, I'm snagging it for a couple of soups!
That was one fucking giant zucchini, and it did its job well.