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In this season every day is a new adventure!

 

I was thinking back to when I was a kid in my parents kitchen and the many different kinds of foods that to me were just the fixings for another meal, but as I got older learned that was not the case for many of my friends.  

When I was a kid, after it rained my mom would go out in the yard and look for snails, and at least one a week she would to out and forage chicory and dandelion greens.  I recall one afternoon some friends and I were playing outside in the yard and my mom came out and she was picking chicory and dandelion greens and putting them in the fold of her apron as she bent over and pull the greens from the ground.

My friends were so curious, with wide eyes they asked what is your mom doing? I responded nonchalantly, getting stuff for making salad.  That was common place in our Italian kitchen, no so much for my friends. But my young friends who were open and adventurous loved whatever my mom and dad served at our table.  I was never a big fan of the chicory and dandelion greens. a bit bitter for me on their own, but my mother had the touch and I ate was was before me and I cherish the many memories of the meals around our table close in my heart.

And while chicory and dandelion greens (except in another favorite dish that I will share sometime) was never at the top of my favorite list. I loved the summer when we had fresh zucchini blossoms a plenty, either stuffed, plain, in a frittata, mixed in a batter or however my mom and dad made them, they have always been one of my favorites.

Our garden is growing in nicely and I am learning to make adjustments to how I do things these days with limited motion, movement and pain as I recover and work my way back to what is becoming a new normal.  And you know, its all good!  I can't spend all day in the kitchen as I used to, now I have to break things up, take breaks, sit for awhile, even take the brace off and lay down for awhile, so I break it up, do what I can and do my best to not overdo and in a day and sometimes two I get it done.  Like these delicious zucchini blossoms!  

We did video the making of them, and we'll let you know when we post the video and recipe, in the meantime here are a few pictures.


 





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