This evening I heard a ratta-tat-tat at my back door, and opened it to find my dressed-to-the-nines, 81-year-old neighbor Joyce (and her stylish Jack Russell, Chelsea). Joyce had half a dozen squash beautiful blossoms to share with us, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with them. I grabbed some crème fraîche and feta out of the fridge, and mixed a dollop of the crème fraîche with some crumbed feta.
Then I spread the feta mixture on one half of a tortilla, and then topped with torn squash blossoms and a little freshly cracked pepper.
Then I folded them over, and deep-fried them in vegetable oil for a couple minutes, flipping once and burning the hell out of my hand in the process, so ¡cuidado! And Feliz Cinco de Mayo!
P.S. The quesadillas were muy bueno!
P.P.S. I don’t habla español so good. Does it show?