The recipe: 

In a hotel room, on the road, while performing with the group Bowfire, a late night jam gave three artists a craving for un-studied self-indulgence; for the fresh hit of authenticity, candor, and audible satisfaction they heard from each other while no one was listening. Committed to reproducing this, the players cocooned for a couple of days at a secluded private residence. They arrived with a cornucopia of irresistible food and they weathered a January blizzard by sticking close to a fragrant kitchen. After dinner, the instruments came out.  The sound-track of that occasion is languid, ingenious, and abundant enough to feed all who listen.  The flavors are sweet, hot, and inventively mingled.