In Love with France, At Home In Italy

After all the peering and poking into the nether regions of so many male and female zucchinis (see an earlier post from July), I didn’t think there was more to be discovered about their anatomy and habits. But then today, as I was snooping around looking for some male blossoms to use in a frittata, I saw what happens to those that do not get selected. To my surprise, I see that they go into such a sulk that they actually detach THEMSELVES   and then lie there to wither wherever they fall. (Unless someone like me comes along to nab them in time to put them to good use before they rot.) The lady zuke blossoms, on the other hand, cling to their progeny come what may, even as they themselves become old and shriveled. Is this just a case of “vive la difference”? I am going to have to think a bit more about that. I do feel good about having taken advantage of some male blossoms in all stages of their manliness by turning them into something delicious. My husband thinks that their ...

Hi, I forgot to ask you if the Oprah magazine was a hit or a miss. I am currently trying to transfer my messes to the homes of other people, if I can get away with it, so let me know if you want any more magazines or if I should donate them elsewhere.  It was worth all the years of the magazines just to adopt the life-changing concept of the "risk-for-the-week" that I got out of the issue I loaned you. It was part of a letter from a recovering anxiety-ridden hypochondriac/agoraphobic who worked herself up to being less phobic about life, and to being able to handle a risk for the week. Sometimes I now even take two or three risks, and so far, so good!  January 30, 2011