I freaking love zucchini bread. I think it has restorative powers.
I think it is delicious.
And while I'm usually on the giving end of the offensive stick, if I should ever find myself on the receiving end, I promise you that all will be forgiven if you send over the bread.
You know that Utah-joke about how if you leave your house unlocked, you will return home to a kitchen full of zucchini products? I want to go to there. What part of Utah is that?
Let us review. If you offend me, and want to make up, send over zucchini bread.
So, real estate agent that never answers our calls or emails, refuses to show us houses, and makes us jump through ridiculous hoops just to get your attention, you should start baking.
In the interim, you're fired.