The air conditioning had failed. Again. It was July 4th, 2019, and my kitchen felt like the inside of a pizza oven—stagnant, humid, and vaguely threatening. Outside, the rain had turned the backyard party into a refugee camp of damp relatives crowded into my twelve-by-twelve rental kitchen. I needed stuffed zucchini boats. Not want—needed. Seventeen zucchinis sat on my counter from a neighbor’s garden dump, and the oven couldn’t go above 375 without killing us all. That’s when I learned these boats could save a holiday from complete disaster—cool, elegant, and substantial enough to stand up to the chaos. Much … Find out more