I finally found a recipe for zucchini bread and by some sort of miracle, I actually had everything I needed in house to attack the recipe without realizing it.
I took that as a sign of some sort of baking Apocalypse and figured I'd better make the bread before I became completely over run by the 12 courgettes I had hanging around in the kitchen.
While I was starting to mix up the ingredients, The Princess wandered into the kitchen.
"What are you making," she asked?
"Zucchini bread," I replied.
She looked at all the shredded courgette laying around the counter and eyed me suspiciously.
"I've had that before at the cantine and I didn't like it."
"No, you haven't sweetie."
"Yes, mom, " she said firmly, "I had it at the cantine and I didn't like it."
"Sweetheart, there is no way you had this at the cantine. First off, I don't think the French like using cinnamon and there's cinnamon in here. Secondly, it would have been called 'pain de courgette' and I'm sure the cantine lady would have had a heart attack if that had been called for."
The Princess stared at me for a second.
"But how do you know about this then?"
"It's something I used to eat when I was a kid," I said. "It's good, honey. You're going to like it."
Again, she regarded me sternly, the wheels turning in her head.
"Do Grandma and Granddad make zucchini bread," she asked?
"Not that I'm aware of," I replied.
She watched me silently in horror as I mixed the courgettes and sugar together.
"Is this something that you have in the United States?"
"Yes, Princess, it's a recipe that come from the US. You're gonna like it, I promise."
At this point, I poured the mix into the two bread pans and popped them into the oven. The Princess watched me very carefully, a look of disdain all over her face.
After watching the brown and green mix bubble in the oven for a few minutes, she turned to me and said,
"You know what, Mom. One time when I was three and we were at our cousins' house in the America, I had zucchini bread and I didn't like it."