I have had a recipe for Elder Blossom Fritters for nigh on eighteen years, and never got around to making them. But yesterday the sky was a bright, clear blue and the blossoms were in perfect bloom... the temptation was great.
I whipped up the batter and made a blueberry sauce, snipped large pregnant flowers from the bush and set the table in the backyard.
The Russian got the oil hot, and we took turns frying and dusting them with powdered sugar. Only... there were SO many blossoms and SO much batter left that we just kept - on - eating.
I cannot tell you enough what a bad idea that was. The kids stopped after one or two fritters, but we had at least seven each. And all last night - and all this morning - we have been holding our middles as if we'd swallowed rocks.
I got up early and went for a run in the hopes of a little weight relief, rode bikes to school with my daughter in yet another scramble for absolution... but alas! There is nothing to be done but to just wait it out. And learn a lesson in piggishness.
My generally light-footed Tarzan says he can't wait to get home and eat tea and jell-o for lunch ... his last words this morning being, "I think that after all they ought to be eaten as a delicacy. Just one flower each."