Meatless Monday: Tortellini with White Wine Butter Sauce

Though I currently work for a food critic, love to cook, and enjoy all (meatless) food, I don’t have too many prominent memories that revolve around eating.  My college classmate Brian at Food For Thought has loads of them– I love his writing style, and am jealous of his world travels, and his amazing food photography.

On Sunday night, David and I threw together some tortellini with a white wine butter sauce.  Though the pasta isn’t, the sauce was 100% pure French inspiration.

I’ve been to France– for a few days, as a young kid.  In the summer of 1997, my parents packed up their three kids and took us to London and Paris over the span of one week.  It was hectic.

I feel terrible that I can’t remember a lot of it.  I remember a room of clocks in the British Museum.  I remember some parts of the Louvre, and standing near the Eiffel Tower.  I remember seeing giant wild rabbits from the windows of our train car on the Eurostar, even though we were going over 200 miles per hour.

I’m not one of those girls that obsesses over Paris, in case you couldn’t tell.

Though I know that each bite of this dinner was a taste of Vegetarian France, I only remember a few foods from that trip 13 years ago.

  • The hot chocolate that we had for breakfast in London?  I’m pretty sure it was made with milk chocolate, heavy cream, and whipped cream.  That’s it.
  • Grilled French bread with a mild cheese and fresh tomatoes, all run through a heat source.  It’s like a gourmet Quiznos sub on delicious, delicious steroids.
  • I also recall on the flight over, my sister was getting hit on by an Irish gentleman sitting next to her on the flight.  I believe he offered to buy her drinks.  She was 15, tops.

And that’s about all I remember.  I suppose one day I’ll go back, and make new memories, and try all sorts of new food.

What’s your favorite food memory?

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  1. Oh goodness, so many and now that I’m the spot, I’m not going to think of a single one. One of my favorite memories is of the Borough Market in London. It’s a food market open on Fridays and Saturdays and was within walking distance of one of the companies I worked for in London. When my parents came over, I took them down there to grab lunch: fresh strawberries, gigantic chocolate brownies, raisin rye bread and Stilton from Neal’s Yard Dairy, all eaten next to the Thames on a park bench.

  2. that sounds BEAUTIFUL! dining al fresco is one of the greatest things. also awesome? learning the phrase “dining al desko” which is what i do every day at work :-)

  3. Crawfish Ravioli from Cheesecake Bistro in New Orleans. The ravioli is filled with cheese and FRIED and then covered in a creamy, spicy crawfish sauce. Oh. My. God. Heaven on a plate. I also remember requesting “doggie hush bones” (hush puppies) a LOT when I was little.

  4. I remember eating italian ice on the streets of New Jersey when I was in 9th grade. I don’t know if it was the fact that it was so delicious or because it was so hot and humid that the cool ice was more than welcome! All I know is it was lemony fantastic!! I have never had anything like it…so refreshing.

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