Yesterday I made a zucchini bread. I have only had zucchini bread maybe three times in my life, and I never liked it that much any of those times, so I’m not sure what possessed me to suddenly crave zucchini bread, but I did. It took me a few weeks to actually get around to making it, but I finally ended with an enormous loaf, beautifully browned and smelling of cinnamon. All my friends were incredulous. It has vegetables in it? No thanks! But I encouraged them to try it. The whole thing was gone last night.
However, in the process of the whole thing, I discovered that British people do not say zucchini – they say courgette. I find this exceedingly strange. Chips vs. french fries, okay. Bisquits vs. cookies, fine. But zucchini is zucchini. There’s just no other way to slice it…literally. British English is annoying.