I’ve been noticing lately that my mind has developed a stubborn
habit of drifting, and one of the places it seems to wander most often is into
that vast mental warehouse where my memories are kept. I would say that this
“mind drift” is worrisome except that it is so frequently pleasurable.
For example, the other day I found myself remembering
Strawberries Romanoff.
When I was in my 20s and harbored aspirations to be quite a bit more sophisticated than I was, I mastered a few snazzy recipes, simple but
compliment-inducing dishes I’d whip up for small dinners or buffet
occasions. My default dessert for a while was Strawberries Romanoff. I
haven’t made this confection for decades but when the thought of it popped into my head recently so did distinct memories of berries drenched in Grand Marnier being whirled into
a mixture of softened ice cream and whipped cream…and served with chilled
champagne.
