The Costco Gods Have Spoken

For some reason every time i go to costco i am inexplicably drawn into the produce fridge.

It's like a black hole or a tractor beam or some star-trekkie thing like that,

and i simply can't escape it's magnetic pull, even though i know it may compromise my mission.

( i spent a lot of time watching captain kirk's shenanigans in my youth, thanks dad : )

and every. single. time.  i buy these monstrous bags of fresh produce.

I simply cannot help myself. 

I am terribly cheap ( thanks again dad ) and i cannot walk away from a deal.

5 heads of romaine lettuce for 4 bucks? sold!

3 pints of raspberries for $5? done! 

 After a costco run we eat mushrooms every day for a week

and my mouth burns as i attempt to eat an entire pineapple by myself before it goes bad.

Lawrdy lawrdy please make it stop!

I am slowly discovering a solution however, one ingredient at a time.

So the next time costco gives you zucchini....

...make zucchini muffins!

{ recipe here }

My father would be so proud ( hi dad! )

Now if only i could figure out what to do with that jumbo-sized container of spinach : )