Insect Control

My dad used to talk about some elderly neighbors of ours, Roy and Flossie Webb, who were “so tight they even fried squash blossoms.” Any deviation from meat, potatoes and a vegetable, preferably soggy, was viewed with suspicion in our neck of the woods. I do not come from one of the great culinary traditions—all of our “old family recipes” are from the label of a cream of mushroom soup can. The Webbs were from the South, and perhaps had higher culinary expectations than the rest of the neighborhood did.