A while back on facebook I talked about some zucchini chocolate chip muffins I had made. The were super yummy so I thought I would post the recipe here. I started to make some yesterday. I got them in the oven and then realized I didn't take any pictures like I wanted to for the blog. Oh well, no big deal. But then I realized I had forgotten something that was a big deal - the sugar! I debated whether I should put sugar or Splenda in but didn't put in any at all. I took the muffins out of the oven after about 3 minutes, spooned them all back into the bowl and mixed in the sugar. I was hoping beyond hope that it would work since I had made a double batch and that was a lot of ingredients to just throw away. I kind of knew it wouldn't work though. My first clue was that some of the bottoms of the muffins were already cooked. My second clue was that the chocolate chips had already melted and when mixed again with the sugar, my beautiful tan colored batter became a nasty brown color. Here's what they looked like when they were "done".
Well, I made them again today - a single batch - remembered the sugar and to take pics. So here you go.
1 1/2 cups flour (I use a mix of white and whole wheat)
3/4 cup sugar
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 egg, slightly beaten
1/2 cup oil (can substitute some applesauce)
1/4 cup milk
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup shredded zucchini (I used my food processor and a big zucchini and the shreads were pretty big so I chopped it a little more to hide the zucchini from Josh)
1/3 cup chocolate chips
In a bowl, combine flour, sugar, baking soda, cinnamon and salt.
Combine the egg, oil, milk, lemon juice and vanilla; mix well. Stir in dry ingredients just until moistened. (It will be a little thick. ) Fold in zucchini and chocolate chips.
Fill paper-lined muffin cups two-thirds full. Bake at 350 degrees for 20-25 minutes or until done.
Voila! The finished product. These are great for breakfast or an anytime snack. They freeze really well too! We just pop them in the microwave for about 30 seconds and it tastes like it just came out of the oven. Enjoy!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
I don't do trash. That's one of the jobs in the house that is strictly a boy job. It wasn't long into the marriage that Tim found out this little tidbit about me. After almost seven and a half years of marriage we haven't had any problems.
I have been off for the summer and have been trying to get some deeper cleaning
and organizing done. Needless to say there was a little more trash than normal. Tim had been pretty busy at work so he didn't get around to taking it out. This is what things looked like after just two days.
There was even more by the door. Gross, I know. But remember, I don't do trash.
Well, I didn't do trash. Just a week after this incident, this happened.
My trash man was in the hospital. Tim started complaining about his stomach hurting Thursday morning when we were getting ready for our niece's wedding. I didn't think much of it. He complains about pains a lot. We made it through the wedding ceremony and he was still complaining. I thought he was just hungry because I didn't let him stop for doughnuts on the way to the temple. But after the luncheon he was still complaining. He didn't have too much time to think about it though because of all the goings on that day.
Friday morning rolled around and he was still hurting. He said he was going to call the doctor because he thought he might have appendicitis. I probably rolled my eyes. He's always self-diagnosing. I have to remember though, he's usually right with his self-diagnosis. He called from the doctor's office saying that he was going in for a cat-scan. He ended up coming home first because he had to drink something or other before hand.
We got to the hospital, had the procedure and they told Tim to go home. I thought that sounded pretty weird so we stopped to ask. The tech came out about two minutes later and said, "Wait right here. Don't go anywhere yet." Then in another two minutes she came back out and said, "Come with me. We're going to admit you for surgery." Crazy!
Things went really well with the surgery and recovery. He even got some nice flowers and balloons out of it. But the thing he liked the best, I'm sure, was that he didn't have to take out the trash for a whole week!