“Hide the veggies salad, was what she called it.”
Beans on the side is just fine, too. ;)
I’ll never forget the summer when the kids were small and we had a GLUT of zucchini (as we do this year...for only TWO of us, LOL!) and I hid it in EVERYTHING.
If I could’ve found a way to hide it in their breakfast oatmeal you know I would’ve!
Anyhow, I found a recipe for Chocolate Zucchini Brownies that was really good. Of course, my smartest of the three by that time wasn’t eating ANYTHING without a ‘snif test’ but those brownies fooled even him. :)
I’ll see if I can dig that up, or find a similar recipe on the web for us.
This recipe will do in the meanwhile. I seem to remember mine was for a standard 13x9 pan. I would cut the white sugar a little (down to 3/4 cup) and add 1/4 cup brown sugar.
I’d sprinkle some chocolate chips on top during the last minutes of baking, or mix a cup or so into the recipe.
Recipe at link:
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe-Tools/Print/Recipe.aspx?RecipeID=10851&servings=24
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I like that...
Oldest daughter has only been totally full of chocolate once when I took her to Hershey Park - she sat down to a HUGE sundae with triple chocolate brownie(chocolate with chocolate chunks and chocolate icing), chocolate chocolate chip ice cream, and gobs of hot fudge topping with chocolate sprinkles on top. It was meant for two to share, but she ate the whole thing. Her only comment afterward was ‘I am satisfied!’.
Of course I wouldn’t have a clue where she got that from.
Thank you for the recipe.
You need to ask Delawhere how he makes the chips and uses them.
Plus now he is making flour of the zucchini.
My grandmother, boiled tilldone, drained very well, then fried them in cast iron skillet, until almost a brown mass......and they were good.
You could have served them for breakfast, in scrambled eggs.
The joys of motherhood.
Vegetables, reminds me of my brothers kids, Kendall at 10 years and his twin sisters at 9 years.
I told Kendall to eat the veggies on his plate, that is what would put the hair on his chest.
The next time I looked at the twins, Jana and Jeanette were peeking down the front of their blouses, then spoke up and said “Aunt Ruth, we do not want hair on our chest!!!”