Off to market this morning then to get some fruit and veg into this body I clearly do not treat like a temple. Heirloom cherry tomatoes (at least 6 varieties in one punnet), the mother of all red leaf lettuces, her sister the enormous bunch of spinach, new potatoes, eggs, another of Amaranth's great grass-finished sirloins, raspberries and strawberries should cover it. I fried up some of last week's green garlic with quartered cherry tomatoes and a handful of spinach, poached an egg and buttered two slices of multigrain toast. I was so delighted with my endeavour that I took its photo and insisted on pouring a Pimms and lemonade into a proper champagne flute (garnished with berries) to accompany. It is Wimbledon weekend after all.
But the thrilling, danced-on-the-spot find was a punnet of 14 perfect, picked-this-morning ZUCCHINI BLOSSOMS. In Rome this spring I had fior di zucca every day and vowed to try making them myself, not knowing that just getting my hands on the flowers would be the first challenge. I nearly poached a bunch from a neighbour's front garden last weekend but couldn't quite descend into criminality at that moment. My favourite way to eat them is stuffed with fresh mozzarella and a piece of anchovy, battered and fried. But just battered and fried is good too. Oh, and as a topping on a pizza with tomato and anchovies. I'm almost paralyzed by the options!
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