A couple weeks ago, some friends and myself were invited to dinner with some church family. They have a beautiful home just outside of Manhattan, surrounded by fields and a dirt road. We arrived around sunset, so my little photographer eyes were going bonkers, itching to look behind the lens of my father's old 35mm.
Next to their house was the biggest pepper garden I had ever seen. Tom promptly offered me as many as I wanted, so I let him pick some out for me. Jalapenos and habaneros galore, I was in heaven. In front of their house was a garden area, which consisted mainly of rose moss.
Outside, a climbing tree stood regally next to a field, and kittens ran amuck, hiding from our eager hands. Inside, Deb had been working for the past two days, preparing the most delicious, home-made meal I had eaten in a long time. Beef Wellington and gravy, corn and peas cooked with herbs, cubed potatoes, fresh steamed spinach, pickled cucumbers, mango green tea, lemon balm lemonade, and lastly, the show-stopper, home-made brownies, with ice cream topped with home-made chocolate sauce (who knew such a thing was possible?).
Needless to say, it was delightful time, and I hope we get invited back soon.
