Sushi And Me

Yesterday I was enjoying a wonderful crunchy spicy tuna roll and crunchy spicy salmon roll for lunch for the 4th time in four days when I thought to myself, 'This has got to be the best meal I've eaten.' Then I thought, 'That can't possibly be true.' Which started me reminiscing about some of my best food experiences.

In Barbados a few years ago, my husband and I went to a restaurant and sat on the beach eating conch and lobster while we dug our toes into the warm sand and stared out at the crystal clear blue water lapping at the shore only a few feet away.

Thanksgivings spent with my family are always memorable; the laughter, the stories, the food, and making new memories.

Eating a meal at a place where the food is delicious, the service impeccable and the ambiance soul satisfying makes my meals at Per Se and Bouley worth remembering.

My first home cooked Greek meal provided by my ex'es mother was devine and opened my palate up to new taste adventures.

My first attempt to make matza ball soup for my husband was a lesson in food disasters, but he ate my small rubbery balls with a smile.

There are more, but too numerous to share - maybe another time :).

Tomorrow, Meet Me At The Met. . .

Fuel Me

Food makes me laugh and it makes mr cry. It's a source of memories; smells triggering machine gun rat-tat-tats in vignette form. Colors taking me to Florence, Athens. . . Flavors giving me musical chills that are carribean; rythmic.

A source of life and death; joy and hate.

Tomorrow, Keep Up With Me. . .