I can't imagine anything in the world that excites me more than . . . food. What were you thinking? Food. I often go to restaurants alone so that I can enjoy the evening chewing and licking and swallowing food. And if you find that icky, well to each his own. If you say the word FOOD enough, it starts to sound dumb and stunted. We should have a new word for food. In Italian it's cibo, which sounds much cuter than food. In Chinese the verb to eat is 吃, which is pretty. You pronounce it like this. As always, Friday's photos are free. Eat them up, as it were.
It's difficult to see just how enormous
these peppers are. They're the size of
watermelons. Could you imagine one
of them roasted and stuffed with goat's cheese?
A symbol of Peace--the humble artichoke.
The best ham I've ever tasted. Bilbao, Spain. I put one in my carry-on.
These lemons from the Amalfi Coast are the size of grapefruits. The white meaty flesh between the rind and the juicy part is meant to be eaten with honey and vinegar.
Presentation is everything.
Aubergine in Palermo
If my memory serves me correctly, this gigantic loaf of bread is in an Alsatian shop window at Christmas. Or was it a church?
I'll be traveling for the next few days. Next stop on this life of adventure and airplane meals is Brazil, where I will eat my fill of moqueca de peixe, a fish stew made with coconut milk.
I must be off,