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 ...