My good friend Kurt turned a year older today. So I baked him a cake and wrote him a poem because Kurt is one of those guys that is hard to buy for… He finds more pleasure in the winey, diney things. Maybe that’s why we get along so well! If you know Kurt, the poem below will make you smile, if not…
For the Recipe, click here:
Dulce de Leche Cheesecake with Fresh Strawberries

Kurt, Kurt, the loveable flirt
Will never say no to a muffin
With black knitted hat and button-up shirt,
His belly, I’ll always be stuffin’.
Come summer his peaches will ripen and fall.
They soften while taking a tumble,
And over I’ll come to gather them all,
Transform them to peach and cream crumble.
In autumn his fig trees will sag with their fruit,
And out on his swing he’ll enjoy them
But birdies will swoop down and steal his sweet loot.
They’ll pluck them right off of the stem.
Kurt is a man that with chocolate in hand
Will share with you all that he’s got
With Thin Mints, ice cold, always on demand
The Girl Scouts are swept of their lot.
Stories he tells are unique and quite varied
From countries and cities galore
And all of the drums that he’s crafted and carried
Have travelled with him through those doors.
From Brazil’s Escola de Samba VAI-VAI
His love for the Quika drum started
He plays it in Vegas with mischievous eye
His Latin love always wholehearted.
But don’t you be fooled because though he is sweet
Kurt’s friendship is fierce and protective
His fatherly wisdom can hardly be beat
He’ll help you develop perspective.
So we all raise a toast or a piece of cheesecake
To celebrate Kurt’s coming year
A better musician he never could make
Nor a friend that’s more special or dear.