A preliminary note of caution: if you (1) are six years old, (2) have a pet bunny or (3) are my mother-in-law, you’re going to want to scroll right past the first photo in this post.
You’d think I’d have learned my lesson about farmer’s market-darling vegetables with the ramps. But no; like a sucker, I spent the better part of my evening fussing over squash blossoms.
Food and kitchenware loving peoples of the world, I think we’re going off the rails on a bit of a crazy train.
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