Friday, September 16, 2005
My Food Story - Part III: Learning to Travel
Fortunately, I've never even had a truly bad experience eating in a foreign country (unlike my husband, who has a very nasty story about a particular meal in Costa Rica). Not everything is completely to my taste, but I've had way more good meals than even mediocre.
I learned to love omelets in France, and couldn't keep myself away from 4 am crepes. My horizons were expanded with haggis in Scotland (yum - and I'm serious) and reindeer in Sweden (I didn't think about Rudolph for a second). London is home to the best Indian I've ever had. And Portugal, where I spent 10 days on my honeymoon, introduced me to the concept of the chirrascura (grill-based restaurant) and the very lightly sparkling wine vinho verde. I didn't even like sparkling wine until I drank that.
But possibly the best thing about eating while traveling is that when I come home, I have a whole new appreciation for the food I eat everyday. It's fresh and new again, and exciting.
Growing up near Annapolis, practically in the water, I've eaten all types of seafood since I was little. Every time I come home, I appreciate the food I grew up with like a tourist. Crabs, crab soup (cream and Maryland), crab cakes...and oysters and rockfish and Old Bay on everything.
I really couldn't ask for much more.
And, on that note, I am off to Paris for a week of eating and drinking, with a little shopping and sightseeing thrown in. I'll be collecting notes for future posting...when I'm not delirious from the food.