For a few weeks, I had been enticed to make zucchini fries because of all the pretty pictures I had seen online.
Sebastian had already warned me he wouldn’t eat it because he doesn’t like zucchini, and I don’t fancy them too much myself either so I really have no idea why I decided to make them anyway.
So here goes…
I stayed home one evening and began “slaving away” in the kitchen. Sebastian called me to let me know he was on his way home and I asked if he wanted me to get things to make dinner before the store closed. He said, “Yeah! That would be great, I’m super hungry!”
By the time he got home and I went to go let him in the building, I managed to lock our keys in the kitchen. We had to ask one of our kitchen mates to let us back in to the kitchen (where I left my mess and the oven on…)
Sebastian asked what we were having for dinner… I was so preoccupied with these stupid zucchini fries that I had totally forgotten to go grocery shopping. We ended up having to order pizza (Sebastian had to walk there himself…) and I am a terrible girlfriend.
In the end, I realized that I had never had zucchini fries before and didn’t even know what they were supposed to taste like. So… I couldn’t really tell you if they were a success or not. They were just, meh. The pizzas were delicious though.
ARE-YOU-BEE-WHY 