Barn doors by night

Leaving M and J's this misty evening with E and M, a radio started playing jazz in the middle of the field. It almost seemed like we were in Cuba. M had cooked pasta with a special basil and garlic sauce followed by cooked chicory with shredded ham on it. Delicious. I'm sure J must have inspired him. We tried MK's doubtless, therapeutic infusion of sloes.