A Sip Of Paradise


Sometimes I think I live in paradise. Well, paradise if you omit the
405 freeway, the congestion, smog, the high cost of living and state
income tax. Even though Southern California gets a bad rap (and
sometimes deservedly so), it’s still filled with great beauty and
nature and it’s easy to see why it’s called the Golden State.

example, on a clear day I can see the ocean to my left and snow covered
mountains on my right. In one single day I can swim at the beach in the
morning, sweat in the middle of a desert during lunch and throw
snowballs in the afternoon and still be home in time for dinner. It’s
geographically miraculous and an ever constant source of personal

Few places in the world have our climate, and this
explains why California is an agricultural goldmine. Plenty of
sunshine, cool days, mild winters and an ample amount of heat make for
luscious environs, and I only need to set foot into my backyard to
experience paradise.

While my deepest gratitude goes out to
Mother Nature and all that she supplies us I cannot forget another
woman who has made my life so extremely special; her name is Pat. You
see, Pat is my partner’s grandmother and the original owner of the home
we live in. Pat was a homemaker and an avid gardener. She was also a
lover of all things tropical and traveled to Hawaii, Fiji, the
Philippines, Tonga, Tahiti, Bahamas, Virgin Islands and every place in
between. She spent countless hours planting, culling, trimming and
beautifying her yard, planting the small cuttings that she brought home
from all her travels. I bet she had no idea that 60 years later her
grandson’s partner would whisper a little “thank you” each time the
season’s first plumeria or peach or nectarine appeared. To stand in her
yard and literally reap the fruits of her labor is such a gift, and it
reminds me that if you nurture and love and tend to and care for life’s
treasures you will be rewarded in ways greater than you can ever

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around 1955 Pat (or Granny as we called her) planted a row of plumeria
trees, fruit trees, palms, staghorn ferns and numerous hibiscus trees
in her backyard. Decades later they’re still thriving and every year I
love collecting the plumeria flowers for fragrant homemade leis. I hate
to see those beautiful flowers go to waste! I also discovered how easy
it is to make the drink Jamaica from all the hibiscus flowers.

Dried flowers from the Hibiscus sabdariffa are
steeped in boiling water and allowed release their color and flavor
(the bright red color is due to the presence of anthocyans, the same
compounds that give beets their color.) The soaked flowers are given
one last squeeze before discarding them and the liquid is strained,
sugared and usually served over ice. Jamaica is high in vitamin
C and has a tart, almost cranberry-like flavor and can deliver quite a
pucker. If you can’t find fresh hibiscus flowers (talk about eating
locally!) you can usually find the dried variety in health food stores
or Latin markets.

If you find yourself in Southern California
during August consider this an open invitation to join us in our small
spot of heaven while wearing a homemade lei and sipping Jamaica.
Paradise is always much better shared.

not big on formalities but if you’re saying Ja-may-kuh like the Island
then you’re just a tad bit off. Say it with me: huh-mai-kuh. There.
Much better. Oh, and if you’re female and time traveling from ancient
Egypt, you might want to stick with water. Red hibiscus flowers were
believed to induce lust to the highest degree and therefore a forbidden
drink. More for me!

2/3 cup dried hibiscus blossoms
1 1/2 cups water plus 3 cups
1/2  to 1/3 cup granulated sugar (or more to taste)
lime wedges for garnish

a saucepan bring the 1 1/2 cups of water and blossoms to a boil.
Continue boiling for 2 to 3 minutes. Remove from heat and add remaining
water and sugar. Transfer the liquid to a pitcher and set aside
overnight. Of course you can serve immediately over ice but the flavors
will be better developed if you wait. Garnish with lime wedges.


  1. says

    this looks fantastically refreshing. if only it would warm up here! january in switzerland is no time for refreshing beverages 😉 i will be certain to give this a try come june though. there’s a tisane that i often buy with hibiscus, black currants and a few other choice ingredients. might be time to try my own, thanks for the starter! and i’ll be certain to pop by for fresh flowers if i am in the neighborhood. :)

  2. alicia says

    this drink is called sorrel in jamaica! (hence those in latin america calling it jamaica:)

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