Letter To The Lovely Doc

Hey Doc!

I had a warm and passionate imaginary conversation with you in my kitchen while making dinner last night! The double strength margarita I was sipping may have contributed to the smoothness of the convo...

It went like this:

Antipo: So I'm thinking of bringing stuffed mushrooms (garlic, parsley, breadcrumbs, crème fraîche) which are good finger food and taste fiiiiine at room temperature.

Doc: Yum!

Antipo: And how about two New Zealand pavlovas for dessert: one topped with kiwifruit (compulsory) and the other with my preciously hoarded tin of Watties' boysenberries?

Doc: Boysen-whats?

Antipo: Boysenberries! They are a cross between a blackberry, a raspberry and a loganberry. They're lovely, trust me.

Doc: A logan-what?

Antipo: Never mind. Here, have a sip of this.

Doc [slurp]: Mmm, the fresh lime juice is very piquant.

Antipo: And I'm also contemplating halving and stoning about twenty white nectarines, slipping a sliver of almond paste and a few pine nuts into the cavity, grilling them briefly and sprinkling them with rose water. These too are good served at room temperature and should be fairly easily transportable, if I place them on a tray, cover with plastic film, strap one of my children firmly to the back seat, attach the tray of nectarines to his or her thighs with double-sided masking tape and order the child not to move a millimetre upon pain of death, or discontinuation of pocket money for all eternity.

Doc: Yup. Sounds good. Ok, you're invited.