Crazy daze in this summer kitchen... Looks like the makings for a zucchini bambini, backyard bounty buona bocca.

Saturday night decadent delight...Rebecca treated us to her airy on the inside, crispy on the outside homemade doughnuts which we proceeded to roll in cinnamon sugar, dip in chocolate ganache, spread with homemade jam and stuff in our mouths. I don't know why it took us so long to try our hand at doughnuts. My Gramma was a doughnut maker. Her floured hands were always in some sort of dough that she baked, boiled or fried into sweet, everlasting memories.

Voilá, old-fashioned banana bread with its crispy brown edges and generous center bulge emerges from the oven as pain de banane.

Oh, my petite baguette, come into my mystical kitchen and nibble warm, butter-slathered breads and cheesy, spicy, roasted tomato noodles.

"Someone's been tasting my tomato."

POOF! you're a pita.

What funny hands you have, gramma...Why is my life turning into lines from a fairytale? Just lucky, I guess. (Bread baked in the "Big Blue.")

Z'relish your life in a bowl.

what curly locks you have, zucchini. the better to enrapture you with, my dear.