I just love a prideful Italian...it doesn't matter if you're first gen or if your father's mother's second cousin lived in Italy for one summer "back in the day" - any connection to Italy means that you've, at some point or another, bragged to someone (who, let's be clear, probably wasn't impressed) that your bloodstream is largely comprised of tomato sauce and pecorino. I'll unapologetically lump myself into the crowd who loves claiming the Italian heritage.
I can't believe it's taken me this long to paleo-fy one of my favorite recipes from college - the zucchini fry. Only back then I would dredge the zucchini sticks through white flour...and then dredge them again through panko bread crumbs. I mean...obviously they were the bomb...but... *sigh* ...they were the nutritional equivalent of dipping a carrot stick in pancake batter and then dropping it in a deep fryer.