zucchini, ham and ricotta fritters

I am the last person on the internet to join the Cute Overload train; I mean, I get it, it’s . I love cute, you love cute, cute makes the birds sing and the sun shine and the world go round and tra-la-la. . But man, oh man. Sometime in the last two weeks it hit me like a ten ton truck and people, . I can’t breathe sometimes, the cute is so strong. I’m tag-surfing on Flickr, sputtering nonsensicals like “piggle snorgle tiny mouf action ohmy gah! Gah!” when Alex asks me how my day was. I want to take bites of the cute, but I know, I know I’d bite down too hard and take a . When she added an category it was about all the precious I could take and I had to let Alex in on the Overload, my new time-sucking Internet habit; Alex, who like any man with two eyes pulse, quickly found the and let’s just say, it is not just my redonk little habit anymore.