I was hoping no one would tag me because my attention span doesn’t
seem to like long posts.
I’m not sure I can do this in a short manner.
I will try but the food embedded in my memory to eat is not so
much the food as the experience in itself.
1) Baked Alaska. I had my first Baked Alaska in Boston.
I loved Boston. The old brownstones lining the streets and the food
street venders in the city were an experience in itself.
Here is the skyline from our hotel room (which has probably changed
being years ago).
My first warm taste of the meringue with the soft cool ice cream was
something I’ll never forget. It was also brought it to our table
flaming so it was really a great first experience.
Funny, I can’t remember the place where I ate it.
We dined many places the Ritz being one of them. I do know it wasn’t at the Ritz.
Anyway the Ritz in Boston must be over rated because the only
thing I remember well about that was the horrible cab ride there.
I think the cabby was doing it on purpose. He must have
thought oh..Yeah lets scare the daylights out of these Southern
2) Beignets and Chicory coffee from Cafe Du Monde. The little
sugary pieces of fried dough seemed to melt in my mouth while
I sipped the strong taste of chicory. I have tried to duplicate
that taste at home, but New Orleans before
Katrina must have made the experience. It isn’t the same at home.
I’m not sure how Cafe Du Monde is doing now but I sure hope
it is OK.
Above I am on Bourbon St. You can see the top of my head.
I cut myself out as I am a little shy.
3) Any breakfast spread at any one of the Palace resorts
in Cancun, Mexico. Oh WoW! I can’t even describe it. The fruits
and made to order omelet grill. The spread of food throughout
those resorts is five star to me.
One of my friends backs taking a picture at
Tulum. Tulum and Chichen-Itza were some of the many highlights
of those trips. (Chichen-Itza sort of sounds like chicken pizza
..gheee do I equate everything with food?)
4)An all the way pizza from Mama Lazardos in Floyd, Va.
I don’t have pictures but it is so good. It is closer to home
so it’s something I get to enjoy quite often.
5)Frog legs gigged on a hot summers night from our own fish ponds.
This post is getting a little long so I’ll leave it
to your imagination for now.
I’ll just tell you..they don’t taste like chicken.
I guess that was short and sweet.