at least i didn't waste a zucchini i paid for myself...
so i have successfully made zucchini muffins, by which i mean i successfully grated an entire zucchini without also grating my finger, go me. :D in the week it took for the weather to cool off enough for me to be comfortable turning on the oven, one of my zucchini went bad so i had to halve the recipe, which wasn't that much of a problem except where it calls for three eggs (1 tbsp ground flax + water = one egg) and i didn't want to halve an egg. also i put some chocolate chips in the batter which turned out to be a smart idea because i totally forgot the sugar. >.< so my muffins are dense and kind of vegetal with the occasional bite of chocolate, but NOT AT ALL SWEET. and i like a little sweet in my zucchini baked goods. *sigh* and they're ugly as sin, but i tend to bake ugly muffins and no one's going to see them but me so i don't particularly care how they look. i'm more annoyed that i managed to delete the mention of sugar from the recipe when i copied it off bakebakebake.
so you know how i have this fic idea with a friar and a heretic? and a small-i inquisition? and (sightly fictionalized) medieval southern france? now i have to figure out how the rest of the heretics - who are shaping up to be kind of like medieval hippies - manage to live on their commune practicing their free love and making their yummy cheese without the city or the church taking it because hey, heretics. and normally once you were burned at the stake for heresy you (and your heirs) forfeited all your property to the church. so if there's this nice big reasonably fertile commune outside whatever passed for city limits in the middle ages, and it's FULL OF HERETICS who are PRACTICING HERESY OH MY GOD, what's to stop the crown, the church, or the local government from shoving all those people off the land and taking it? (i imagine there's also the occasional heretic clandestinely living in town too. i mean, not everyone wants to be a farmer.) because eventually that's where the friar ends up, mostly because he can't go back to his friary (what do you call the place where friars live? a friar monastery?) and the heretic says well, you can come home with me. and this group of heretics constantly getting run off their land might be a different story. altho not necessarily! maybe i can do that too. i'm so glad we've had this chat. :D
they really are going to need names eventually, tho.
man, i can't believe i baked a whole batch of muffins and didn't add sugar.
so you know how i have this fic idea with a friar and a heretic? and a small-i inquisition? and (sightly fictionalized) medieval southern france? now i have to figure out how the rest of the heretics - who are shaping up to be kind of like medieval hippies - manage to live on their commune practicing their free love and making their yummy cheese without the city or the church taking it because hey, heretics. and normally once you were burned at the stake for heresy you (and your heirs) forfeited all your property to the church. so if there's this nice big reasonably fertile commune outside whatever passed for city limits in the middle ages, and it's FULL OF HERETICS who are PRACTICING HERESY OH MY GOD, what's to stop the crown, the church, or the local government from shoving all those people off the land and taking it? (i imagine there's also the occasional heretic clandestinely living in town too. i mean, not everyone wants to be a farmer.) because eventually that's where the friar ends up, mostly because he can't go back to his friary (what do you call the place where friars live? a friar monastery?) and the heretic says well, you can come home with me. and this group of heretics constantly getting run off their land might be a different story. altho not necessarily! maybe i can do that too. i'm so glad we've had this chat. :D
they really are going to need names eventually, tho.
man, i can't believe i baked a whole batch of muffins and didn't add sugar.