What would you do if you came home one day to a nice bunch of squash blossoms waiting for you by the front door? No note. No message. No hint as from where they came.

Now let's say you live in the heart of the big city where people of questionable sanity pass you on the sidewalks every day.

Let's also say that you are going out of town that very afternoon. You know those blossoms will have bloomed and faded by the time you return from yet another glamorous weekend in Palm Springs.

Suddenly you are faced with a choice. What would that choice be? Now don't look at the photo or read the title of this post– 'cuz that would be cheating.

Do You:

• A) Drop them in the compost bin, after all you live in Hollywood. Freaks abound.
• B) Assume they are from a nice neighbor with a vegetable patch, and call to investigate.
• C) Make quesadillas immediately before whomever dropped those blossoms figures out what happened.

And just so you know there is only one correct answer.

Today I am going to try and put things in perspective a little bit.

You see I have a confession to make. Sometimes I look at this blog I call Sippity Sup as a monster that needs constant feeding. And by feeding I mean choosing, writing and cooking recipes. Imagining and producing all sorts of witty commentary. Taking TasteGawker worthy photos, and responding in an intelligent manner to all the thoughtful and much appreciated messages from all of you.

I try and turn my back and let Sup! sit here quietly digesting whatever lovely little morsel or tasty tid-bit I last threw its way.

But that's when I hear his plaintive wail. It's nearly a moan. It seems that I am the only one that can hear it. Because it is me alone who is able to satiate his desire...so to my ears that sob is loud and clear. "Feed me!", he bellows in what has now become his all too familiar mantra!

I know deep inside that this is really my problem, because I sometimes allow my monster to convince and cajole me into believing that he will grow to be big and strong. In the process bringing me the promise of unimaginable rewards, luxuries, and glamour! Everything I have ever wanted, including world domination. IF ONLY I WOULD FEED IT ONE MORE TIME!

I have added a cookbook to Sup's! Shop at OpenSky for you today. Its focus is the California Wine Country. Which, on its face, may seem like a bit of publisher’s culinary shorthand, and an attempt to shove a bit more “casual elegance” down the throats of us gullible foodies.

But if you’ll stick with me I think you’ll see why I chose to bring to you this particular book. It’s called Seasons in the Wine Country, which might cause you to raise your eyebrows and wonder just which wine country I mean.

I'll give you a hint about that and say that the marketing manager of the Culinary Institute of America at Greystone, Cate Conniff, put this collection of recipes together. That’s right, I said marketing manager. But before you throw in your green and white striped side-towel and go running from my virtual kitchen, let me just say this book is way more than a promotional tool.

If you are at all familiar with the food scene in California then you probably have figured out that the wine country this book is celebrating is the well-traveled oeneophilic valley known as Napa.

The breadth and depth Napa’s reputation is growing; partly due to the success of the CIA campus that opened there in 1995. It could be argued that the early gastronomic pilgrims to the area (including great chefs like Thomas Keller) has helped the region become as well known for its culinary destinations as it has for the world-class wines that originally put this valley on our foodie radar.