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 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?