One of many versions of heaven is the blue firmament, or the region of the clouds that pass along the sky. When I was very young I was fascinated with clouds and for a brief while, probably at the age of six, believed they were made of cotton candy and that cherub-looking angels were sitting atop these puffs eating them as they pleased.
When I look back I am delighted that I believed that. It has always made cotton candy a treasure to me. When my boys were young I purchased a 20-dollar cotton candy machine from Target, the Prima Candy Floss Maker, and it was well used and was a hit with the boys and their friends, but as life goes it ended up in a cabinet for several years now and is just a memory.
Heaven comes in many forms; cotton candy, pure white sand and aqua water, champagne and time away. I just recently had my fill of all of those items on a beautiful ship called the Nieuw Amsterdam. It was nice to have time with my husband and spend time with a good friend, Christopher Kyte, whom we do not see as often now that I moved away from San Francisco. On our trip Christopher would join us for dinner most evenings while during the day we were enjoying the islands along the way back to San Juan, which remains a favorite place. One night before dinner we were talking about champagne pairings and according to Christopher champagne and fried chicken is the match made in food heaven. Although Christopher is well-traveled and possesses a sophisticated palate, he has no desire to become skilled in the kitchen. Years ago, I had to break the news to him that dark meat and white meat came from the same bird—he actually thought it came from dark chickens and light-colored chickens. I guess this is what happens when you never step into a kitchen. We have laughed over that for over 20 years. Although he cannot cook, I do credit him for coming up with a great combination.