You know when you go over to a friend’s house for a meal and you say “this is so good, can I have the recipe?” 90% of the time it gets lost in the car, amongst receipts, or maybe you didn’t like it THAT MUCH. But then there are the times that you really mean it! These cookies were from a specific childhood memory. It’s kind of fuzzy, but the stories always get better that way right?
It was a typical Monterey day, grey morning with expected afternoon sun. It was summer, because we didn’t have school, and we were all going with mom over to Kristen Thurlby’s home in Carmel, CA. She had such a natural way about her. She took special interest in us kids, and we remembered that. I remember she made this KILLER corn salsa, which would have been enough worth remembering, but more was to come. We had a pleasant lunch, we sat well behaved and engaged in the adult discussion when we could. Then she got out her oboe and played it for us (the things that you remember…) and then THERE WAS DESSERT! Dessert at lunch was always a treat! Just a little something extra special.
