Friday, 6 July 2012
Food adventures on Friday: a shor note on why I love food so much
I go out for dinner a lot the last few weeks (a real luxury). Food + great people = The Good Life for me.
I could write good food, but you know what, food doesn't even have to be that great at all to make it a great memory. I have some great memories of disaster food, they're fun (most of them are).
And: food gives you a chance to travel the world on a plate. I ate Greek and Italian last week and there's a dinner-date set heading for Japanese food next week.
But it also works the other way 'round places I traveled I remember food.....
A few of my place-bound memories:
* At the foot of the montmartre in a small alley in Paris I ate the best salmon ever
* I had a winter's meal (split pea soup) at 30 degrees celcius for diner in Romania (and it tasted great!).
* my most expensive glass of coke I had in Florance, Italy.
* I first tasted wheatgrass juice in London (and renamed it: healthy green stuff).
* In Taiwan I ate crazy stuff like shark fin soup (did not knew until afterwards, I do not support this soup. Very cruel to the beautiful sharks) and chickenbutts (and that tasted great).
* A small and very Italian bakery in Rome served the most heavenly tiramisu I've ever tasted.
What's you best food-memory?