It took...AGES to find courgette flowers. Every time I drove past a grocers, I'd wind down the window, and cruise by to scan for some while the grocer debated ducking under his stall to avoid a drive by.
I went to supermarkets, shops, outdoor markets and everyone said the same thing; the flowers would either be binned before they got to the seller or the seller would bin them.
I did momentarily think about rummaging through the rubbish for you guys and I love you, I really do, just not that much.
Finally, to much chagrin I turned to facebook, offering up my body and my knowledge of the karma sutra 2.0 for some damn courgette flowers.
AND LO! IF YOU ARE PURE OF HEART AND FREE OF STDs, GOOD THINGS WILL HAPPEN, AND IT WAS THAT THE PALEO GOD (via Tanya) DIRECTED ME TO THE ALLOTMENT OF BIBA, AND IT WAS GOOD...
I sang on the way back home :D
What I stuffed them with:
I got some amazingly creamy Cornish goat's cheese, 7-8 leaves of fresh basil, half a chilli and blended the fuck out of them.
Then I checked the flowers for insects (there were many, maybe I should have left them in?) and stuffed them by hand. I then twisted the ends of the petals, dipped them in seasoned egg mix and then rolled in a little almond flower before frying them gently in coconut oil.
*close to tears
It was so seriously sexy. Maybe because it was such a fucking ball-ache to find them but it really felt like an achievement. There is anger too, why aren't these things readily available? Why do I have to be forced to eat one thing and not another? This anger is something I'll blog about pretty soon (and it's also why this blog was changed to 'warfare') but the amount of effort it took to find/resist stealing them really made me think about what we (as in us paleo eaters) are trying to accomplish, let alone the sheer amount of effort people like Bill and Haley at Primal Palate and the sexy mom from Nom Nom Paleo put into their blogs.
Meh, I've ranted, I'm off to play with salt. Have a good weekend guys :D