With two recipe books propped open on the kitchen table, both our instincts and an egg to bring everything togther, we come up with our own way of stuffing a generous courgette, il siluro, the missile, as my husband has been calling it.
Now, two zucchine boats sit side by side in the oven, one slightly deeper than the other, their cargo of garlic and beef and other good things, bubbling, making my stomach rumble like a far away sea.
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