…may be in order. Yes, we’re freaks. That should be apparent.
A very long time ago, a religion was born. It grew. It prospered and bore squash. The basic premise of the new faith was (and still is) that the zucchini is a holy gift. While not to be worshipped directly, it is a gift to be seen as divine, and treated as such.
We had a high priestess. Among her duties was defining the Ritual of Desanctification for those Zucchini choosing to impart their divine nature to the epicurious. All in all, it was a hoot.
Before she could divine those rituals through communion with zucchini, she moved to England, embraced a Greekly-inspired lifestyle of womanly sisterhood, and our communication with her slowed to a stop. We assume that she became confused living in the Land of the Courgette.
Over the past decade, the religion has tempered, the domain has become a theatre company, but there is STILL a need, now more than ever, for zucchini desanctification given the rate at which Berkeley-esque adventure cuisine is spreading across North America. Who better to define these rituals?
Well, Mistress of the Holy Zucchini (v2.0), welcome to the family. 