while watching monsoon wedding, i was tickled by love-sick dubey's habit of swallowing marigolds whole. i recently came across a bin of dried, sweetened hibiscus flowers and brought a bag of the tart, red beauties home. now i too can't resist devouring these blossoms. it's best to just pluck and pop the finespun flavors all at once.
and when the weather is finally sweltering, i'll have to serve bourbon and mint leaves with this lavender ice cream on the rooftop.
