So, my old friend Michelle (and by old I mean around a quarter of a century since we met on that playground back in . . . . ) has a recipe she is known for. Before she got her job here in Arkansas she was working in Iowa for awhile and her friends there begged her to make it one last time before she left. My hazy memories of Kung Pao and Michelle include a night at my parent's house (sans parents), yummy food, alcohol, and being surrounded by one hell of an amazing mess! I mentioned this to Mom the other night, and felt like a teenager when she laughed and said she was glad we hadn't burnt the house down!
I wasn't much of a cook back then so I was really excited when Michelle invited my husband and myself over to her house to do Kung Pao and meet her friends Aga and Jerzy. I was ready to see it demonstrated!

Michelle has a great setup in her kitchen for hosting a "foodie" get together. We felt like we were on the set of Mario Batali's show, sitting around the stove/counter eating tidbits and asking questions. Maybe if we are all really lucky Michelle will post the recipe in the comments section!

But we were in for a treat we weren't expecting as well. Aga and Jerzy brought dessert--an absolutely amazing pavlova. I had never had pavlova so I was really excited. Aga borrowed Michelle's "kitchen god", a kitchen aid mixer she got severely reduced at Williams and Sonoma, and whipped up some cream and Jerzy scooped out the passion fruit. We all agreed that the inside of passion fruit looks a lot like a sack of tadpole eggs (some of us were tom boys before we were foodies), but after tasting it agreed in was yummy--although I think Richard is still trying to decide. Jerzy said that the passion fruit must be named that because people who like it are passionate, which I think is why his face is bright red in the picture below, since I said I would have to mention that on my blog! I definitely need to get the recipe from them and possibly a lesson as well--this was an absolutely divine dessert.