When Chris and I were first married I worked as manager of an ice cream store that was very close to where my Godparents lived. Once and a while I would get a call my Godfather, Uncle Art, asking if I could stop by on my way home from work. He had something for me. I love my Aunt and Uncle and I would do anything they asked of me. I would pull up to the house and my Uncle would pop out of the kitchen and give me a greasy paper bag. It was filled with Fried Squash Flowers. Oh, the aroma! Oh, the grease! I would eat the whole bag while I drove home. Ah, memories.
Fortunately, I had asked my Uncle for his recipe. Here it is-
The batter-
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