Today was one of those days: You wake up. You never quite get dressed "presentably." You spend the day wearing a sports bra and doing little projects around the house.
Like figuring out what to do with all the tomatoes, zucchinis and peppers from your garden. You start off by making chilaquiles for breakfast, which uses up a few of those tomatoes and peppers (pimientos de padron -- yum) and turns that stale bag of tortilla chips into something fabulous. (And you're proud of yourself because your chilaquiles taste better than the ones you ordered two weeks ago at brunch and spent $13 on, and which later totally upset your stomach for about 48 hours afterwards. So far, your stomach is not upset.)
And then you make the custard for green tea ice cream, which doesn't use any tomatoes, zucchinis or peppers, but which does use up the milk in your refrigerator before it goes bad.
And then you devote yourself to shredding numerous zucchinis in the Cuisinart, measuring the pieces into plastic bags and then freezing it all. You now have enough frozen zucchini to bake many, many loaves of zucchini bread in the next six months.
Ah, Sunday.
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