RecipeMuncher

This is how it goes–for me, anyway:  You buy buttermilk for some recipe or another (in this case, chocolate zucchini bread), and you have almost an entire quart left with nothing to do, nowhere fancy to go–it’s just sitting there in the fridge, staring you in the face every time you open the door.  As you do open the door, you can almost hear it saying, “Still here.  Hello?  I’m waiting.  I’m aging as we speak.  What are you going to do with me? (...)