Cherry Clavanish

Long ago, a new beau took me to visit his friends. Everyone was nervous—him, because: new girlfriend. And I, because I felt I had to make an impression. Everybody would prepare something for the meal, and I confidently told him that things were in good hands with me. I chopped a lot of fruits: grapes, strawberries, melon, pineapple, and some kiwi to add a bit of green. I made a Prosecco jelly and let it stiffen with the fruits mixed in. At least, that was the plan. Back then, I didn’t know