Is it because they’re synonymous with grilling?
Or so simple to eat?
Or because that snap of a natural casing, enclosing spicy-sweet cured meat, accented by tangy mustard, is the perfect confluence of all the taste sensations?
Yes, squash blossoms, those vivid yellow flower buds from whence the tender gourd emerges.
What are they, exactly? Well, for one thing, they’re the reproduction organs of a plant that can have sex with itself? How cool is that?
I’m still in a bit of shock from my long weekend in Los Angeles last month. Shock from the mediocre meals I had. Shock from spending hours navigating the filth and rubble of downtown L.A., and shock from how I was sold a bill of goods describing how a “downtown Renaissance” was going on there. Something is going on all right — every block seems beset by either new construction or a condo conversion — but the progress has been glacial since last we visited a few years ago, and don’t hold your breath if you expect it to look like mid-town Manhattan (or even downtown Seattle) anytime soon.