<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Squash on Kitchen3N</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/tags/squash/</link><description>Recent content in Squash on Kitchen3N</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://kitchen3n.com/tags/squash/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Chocolate Zucchini Cake</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2015-08-18-chocolate-zucchini-cake/</link><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2015-08-18-chocolate-zucchini-cake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/img_4847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-large wp-image-1592" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/img_4847.jpg?w=660" alt="Chocolate Zucchini Cake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was incredulous the first time I heard the words &amp;ldquo;Zucchini Bread&amp;rdquo; at my adopted Jewish grandmother&amp;rsquo;s apartment some 15 years ago. Her name is Sophie and she was my mother&amp;rsquo;s confidant, advisor, protector and friend for many years. She taught her the value of saving. She raised two children during the Depression. She told my mother, every week she set aside $0.50. She grew such a small sum into stake in a multi-million dollar company and a condo in a luxury apartment building in downtown Manhattan. &lt;a href="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/img_4854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-large wp-image-1593" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/img_4854.jpg?w=660" alt="Chocolate Zucchini Cake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So when she talked, we listened:&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>