By Arielle Hartman

Everyone loves flowers, right? They’re brightly colored, cheery even, and signify the approaching summer months. Something about the way they open up toward the sun is just so simple and beautiful I almost can’t stand it. Then why am I about to fry these poor, helpless zucchini blossoms into oblivion and devour them like some horror movie monster? Plus, I’m excited about it. Is that wrong? Do I care? The temptation of deliciously crispy blossoms may be too much for me to pass up, even if I do feel like a cold-hearted flower killer. Read More