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June 30, 2008



Fried squash blossoms. Pick 'em, rinse 'em, flour 'em, fry 'em. Supposed to be a treat. My mother purposely over-planted squash to fry the flowers up. I never had any as I was always told that I wouldn't like them.

The heat has fried my tomatoes here. The flowers have sizzled in the sun even though they were well watered. I guess one of the hottest driest Junes on record will do that to the poor things! I'll try again this fall.




Careful of those squash thingies! They'll get you every time! My kids snack on the blossoms. Sometimes they just rip off the flower part and eat the nectar part at the bottom.
As for my garden. It's full of weeds.

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