Tuesday, October 2, 2012
In The Summertime
My friend Renee, whom I called Peaches (and still do when I think of, talk about her) is an engaging if inconsistent blogger.
She wrote a post about summer(s), then and now, and in particular one spent on Nantucket many moons ago.
How it helped her become the person she is now.
I was there too but what I remember becoming was a smoker, and a drinker, tequila to start, too many to count, still remember the aftermath.
I also remember Peaches and I sitting in the kitchen of the house we rented and between puffs of non filter cigarettes, Gauloises for her, Players for me, blowing out a dozen eggs so we could cover them with tiny feathers to hang on the Christmas tree.
And quickly painting the living room raspberry because it would make a pretty backdrop for the tree.
And once we hitched a ride from NYC to Nantucket and ended up in a car with a singer from Sha Na Na who sang oldies with us right to the ferry.
I didn't know who he was then but I remember telling him what a great voice he had :-)
I just googled them and it turns out they played at Woodstock. OMG.
But wait, I did begin my cooking career on the island and when summer turned to December and Peaches decided to leave and venture off to California, I was good to go with a bag in one hand and a career, cooking, in the other.
Our flying into LA when we meant to go to San Francisco is a whole other post as is the story of our travels heading north from LA.
I may have always taken the long way around but life has never,ever, been dull.
Peaches,thanks for the memory jog and joining me on parts of the journey.