Tuesday, July 10, 2012  Double Chocolate Zucchini Bread  We used
to have a large zucchini garden in our backyard. One year when I
was growing up, if we went up to our boat for the weekend (or
God forbid a whole week) you could bet that by the time we got
home those piddly little pinkie-finger squashes would be the
size of my dad's forearm. My mom and dad ate a ton of it that
year, even though my sister and I wouldn't touch the stuff. It's
a good thing too - my grandparents all hated the vegetable
(unless grated into a sauce, stew, muffin or bread - i.e. hidden
without their knowing) and the rest of the neighbourhood had
their own behemoth vegetables to contend with. I'm sure if we
were all better organized we could have had a backyard swap
going, but there you are. I do recall us giving a few to the
owner of my parent's gym, since they were to her like ketchup is
to my sister: worth its weight in gold.  I never quite
understood the love of zucchini back then, even in moist, rich
noshings from the bakery or mi