This month’s cocktail is a celebration. You may think it looks goofy, but we smash these out. I have to order bananas on a weekly basis, and we’ve switched to fake coconut shells to keep up with demand.
I wish my Grandmothers had kept a better log of the wildlife on Buber. They were far too busy terraforming to worry about what insects were buzzing about. Since then her laissez-faire attitude to arrival checks means the natural world of our little planet must be a constant battle for survival.
