I'm all about travel. The sights are lovely, but let's get real. It's all about the food.
Some of my most memorable were:
The chocolate eclair from Paris - Once, my husband and I ran away to Paris for the weekend (WAAAAY before Bub came along.) We walked down the Champs d'Elysee and had eclairs in a tiny cafe. The pastries were so large they were like chocolate bombs. (Actually, mine was cappucino flavored.) The waiter, an impossibly handsome Parisian, looked like Cary Grant. I was on a match collecting kick at the time, and I thought it would be cool to have some from Paris. I requested them in French, trying to impress "Cary." Unfortunately I asked for streetlamps instead of matches.
|They come in all flavors in Paris. Raspberry, lime...|
The churros y chocolate from Spain - Again, preBub. We were in Spain with some friends right before Christmas. I told my husband I'd do anything he wanted, but I had, had, had to get churros for breakfast one morning. He thought churros were those large, sinewy things you get at the mall. When he discovered they were little, delicate donuts you dipped in thick hot chocolate, he warmed up to the whole idea. They were served in a noisy bar, and we ate at a table surrounded by Spanish workmen. That was a good day.
And while we're talking about Spain, I can't forget - The plate of tiny mussels I shared with a group of my friends in a tapas bar one night. We were poor students, so that's all we could afford. We sucked down the delicious mussels and called for bread to slurp up the wine / garlic / butter sauce. I swear you can eat the paving stones in Spain.
Fresh coconuts in Haiti - Bebe Doc was still in power. The poverty was overwhelming. The beaches were lovely. For one dollar, a boy offered us a fresh coconut, large and green, which he cut down with a huge machete. We drank the juice, and he chopped it open so we could eat the moist, fragrant insides. It was completely different from those hard, brown things you see in supermarkets.
Plaice in Ireland - My mother used to rush to the market in Dun Laoghaire to buy us tiny flatfish that had just been caught in the bay. She dipped them in milk and flour and sauteed them in Kerrygold butter. Heaven!
In Ireland and England we used to eat Fuller's Walnut Cake, until Fuller's went out of business. You can still get the recipe, though, here, for the most delicious, moist cake in the world.
Southern Barbecue - I'm talking North Carolina. I'm talking home made coleslaw on the side, a soft bun filled with sloppy barbecue. I'm talking a cold one to go with. Maybe two cold ones.
Ice Cream in Mexico - I'm a huge fan of Mexican food and drink (I even adored the fresh pulque, served out of a dipper in a tiny fishing village) but my very favorite, besides FRESH GUACAMOLE SERVED WITH A BOHEMIA BEER, was the ice cream stand my boyfriend at the time took me to. There were one hundred flavors (Honey! Fish!) (Yes, I really said fish!) but the best one was the avocado ice cream. Didn't I say I loved guacamole? This was like a sweetened, cold version in a cone.
We all see why I love to travel, now don't we. Next up: Italy, Germany, Denmark, and Finland. Get in my belly!