If you come between me and my food, you might just lose a limb. True story – on one of my first dates with my now husband, he attempted to reach for my french fries on my plate alongside my filet mignon. He never attempted that again.
Still debatable today, he claims I yielded my steak knife toward his hand when he mistakenly thought my fries were up for grabs. In my recollection, the utensil in question was a fork. Neither of us will concede to the other even to this day, or, perhaps, our memories fail us after 22 years of marriage. Clearly that night, I established ground rules.
Fork. It was a fork.
My grandfather said, and I remember this from a young age, “Some people live to eat; others eat to live.” I know which one I am. I am passionate about eccentric, unique, tasty, and beautiful food from all over the world. However, let me be clear, my food is my food and only up for grabs when I say so. In my defense, my husband still has all of his limbs and phalanges
Together, we share a passion for travel, to see new sights. We explore the beauty in nature. Most importantly for me, we submerge ourselves in new and different cultures along with the new culinary experiences that they bring.
Quantity being overrated, quality gets my attention. Every menu in another country, or even another U.S. state, presents a new party in my mouth. My mind searches for and eyes divert to the one thing on the menu my taste buds have never experienced. Be it sea urchin, grilled octopus tail, beef cheek, sweetbread, or goose liver, count me in. Whether I like it or not remains irrelevant. I can say I experienced a culinary delicacy.
Join me on my reflections of culinary experiences from our travels throughout the world, from whole-in-the-wall places in Chile to Michelin Guide restaurants in Spain, and everything in between. Here we go.
