kumbaya

A few years ago I went back to my hometown, and as is often the case, I found myself conscripted to cook dinner for someone in their home. No biggie, happens all the time.

So there I am at the home of kumbaya, cooking some fish, making a panna cotta with poached cherries. A couple of other friends come over, we dine.

One of them had brought over a bottle of root beer schnapps. I confess, I really dislike root beer. But with the help of a blender, some ice, Creamo, Grand Marnier, and a squeeze of lemon, we had a pretty respectable drink.

Okay, so not really a story about kumbaya, but one where she was present. As she has been for two of my bestest birthday celebrations ever – including the most recent one.

The photo is her foot with a puffball mushroom, Terrace Farmers’ Market, 2002.