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At last the weather seems to be getting better. Today we had such a sunny weahter, it was almost 15°C. I think when it is nice weather one automatically feel better.Sometimes I think that is why people from sunny places are much more cheerfull than the people from cold countries.It is nothing against anyone, it is my personal expirence, look at me, when it is really cold I am a grumby woman and

Zucchini blossoms are the prized gem of the plant. It puzzles me that it’s not more common in American kitchens. After all, zucchinis are quite popular but to get the blossom one must look far and wide. My CSA was only too happy to have its members pick them right off the plants last week. Removing them balances out the energy the plant puts into the actual squash and makes certain people really happy…

I carried my 5 little beauties home and fantasized on what I would do to truly savor them. I decided to make a frittata with the blossoms, some zucchini, caramelized onions and fresh dill. It was so lovely, it tasted like a burst of summery sunshine. We mourned the loss of this wonderful dish when the iron pan sat empty in the middle of the table. My daughter turned to me and said: “you will make it again, won’t you?”

<img src=”http://www.recipemuncher.com/wp-content/plugins/wp-o-matic/cache/3f665_2778457312_5596b964b3.jpg” alt=”Slices of Zucchini Blossom Frittat…

Our neighbors on one side have a big garden of Plantain trees, along with other plants. When we step out of our home, its like stepping into a garden. Ever since moving into this home, I have always loved the view and the feeling it evokes. It hides the fact of city dwelling and gives a sense of being in a farm land. I can still remember the many mornings, during our early years, spent dining in our makeshift table, looking out of the window, to see lush greens welcoming our eyes. And those many mornings spent sipping coffee, right under its shelter, and those nights eating out in the open, while the trees and the cars shielded us from the stark crowded place!

Every morning, there was even a crow calling kaau kaau everyday. Hubby dear would say Kha Kha, go away konda is sleeping. This continued for many years. Konda used to very happy that a Kha Kha was waiting for her. The crow, surprising stopped visiting us after Konda started school. And a crow started coming now, it wai…