Didn’t everyone? Watching kingfishers dive at the lake in the afternoons. Sleeping late after a game of Monopoly ending in torrid bankruptcies. And whisking her farm stand eggs with zucchini, apples and corn. First, there were egg-y nests made with the cast out pulp from making cousa, those Lebanese pale cousins to zucchini stuffed and baked with lamb, rice and fresh tomatoes. Were we in The Levant these re-purposed veggie mounds would be called “aaje.” Next came some just-picked Paula Reds, peeled, chopped and fried up in a cinnamon-laced batter before being dipped in crème fraiche. Sitting down to eat them was not an option; the crumbs fell directly into the kitchen sink. And yesterday evening, wearing the white espadrilles she refuses to pack away after Labor Day, fondue slut made these corn fritters. The Mennonites pour maple syrup over them, accentuating the sweetness of the leftover corn. So did she.
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