Fiori Fritti

Throughout the summer, Rosa, the most memorable of the market traders in Orvieto, sells me several large bunches of male courgette flowers. The market is Thursday morning, and the Thursday evening class is by and large ruined by the ritual of me deep-frying these flowers and feeding them to guests during the class. Of course they must have some wine with these, and then general levels of attentiveness and diligence decline rapidly.

The reason I serve these in the kitchen rather than