Reba is close to 80 years old. She hosts a magnificent sit down Christmas dinner.
Raw salad with raw Brussels sprouts, raw kale and greens. Chicken marsala with mushrooms and rice. Pumpkin bread. A frozen pumpkin desert in a vanilla ice cream shell. Home baked Christmas cookies.
“Are these mushrooms from your property” I ask.
I’m thinking of my liver and a possible transplant from wild mushrooms. I have read too many bad-ending mushroom gathering stories.
I am also thinking that my stomach rarely handles all raw and ice cold foods. My acupuncturist says I have a ‘cold stomach.’
But, this is Christmas. I eat it all.
I am sick all night and the next day from exploding gas and giant pains in my gut.
But, that is tomorrow. The dinner right now is fun. The conversation is riveting.
Reba tells us about her father’s death. (more…)