|Subject: Re: Torture me!|
Hi Ziners and Don in particular,
First, your list made me hungry when I read it and second,
is going into my files for future reference.
My favourites: that first cup of cafe au lait in the early morning in Paris after a long flight; fresh croissants from the local bakery in any village in France; the first paella I ever tasted at a train stop in Spain after we crossed the Pyrenees; an omelette and cold beer at midnight in Beaune after a day of winetasting; the incredible picnic lunch of bread, pecorino and cinghale (wild boar) eaten on the hills overlooking Spoleto; freshly caught sardines in Olhao, Portugal; the first taste of Guinness after landing in Ireland; food purchased from street vendors in Bangkok; and closer to home, lobster sandwiches at Turkey Burger in Nova Scotia.
The oddest experiences I've had are downing a shot of port with local fishermen on the Algarve at breakfast and sipping on a beer at 7:00 a.m. in Switzerland just to rid ourselves of our Swiss francs as we made our way over the Alps back to Italy.
Small memories but tasty ones. Lucy, Toronto