My tiny house is crowded with people, all with spoons peeling mango kulfi ice cream from their scalloped glass cups into their mouths. The voices mix together with the clinking of metal to glass, music to my ears. Introducing my old friends to my new friends, watching the pop and fizz of good conversation and new connections made, it warms me like a whiskey shot — clear and intoxicating.
I like to think that my friends are the BEST. Don’t we all think that about the good people in our lives? I’m biased. I know. But I can’t help but feel like some fantastic witchcraft is at foot, working through me to fashion constellations out of these unique spinning lights in the great, expansive void. Through ice cream and good food magic. Is there another way?
The ice cream, like our chill dinner party get-together, is a hit. The perfect ending to the picnic we all took over to the park (we came back to my house for dessert). I want to recreate just about everything we ate, over and over again. It’s too bad it got dark before I could grab some good shots of the table. Barbecue cauliflower, a fabulously lemony kale salad, a mango avocado slaw, almond butter pad thai (my favorite recipe by Gena Hamshaw), nectarine sangria (a la Bojon Gourmet).