Ms. Monroe would be the first to tell you that she does not cook. She keeps pets and tends her garden and sends out for snacks as needed. At this time of year she also cans and pickles, in order to keep up with the bounty of her vegetable garden and the demands of her neighbors. The dicing and slicing necessary for successful canning has obviously spurred her on to other culinary activities for yesterday she arrived on my doorstep with a plate of squash fritters. 3 of them were hot from the griddle and the other three were wrapped in cling film. I ate the hot ones straight away and had the others tonight for dinner.
Patty pan squash are bright yellow, the color of lemon curd. Ms. Monroe grates them and mixes them with diced onion and I imagine some of their pallid and less shapely cousins. She adds a light egg batter and fries fritters the size and depth of saucers. To eat them is to taste pure sunshine.