Friday, August 20, 2010

When in Rome... eat gelato

Do you ever dream of food?

I do.

My mom always made a point to buy the local fruits and foods when we traveled. I particularly remember the meat pies that we bought from the lady on the beach in Tobago. We ate them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She liked us. A lot.

In Bonaire it was fresh papaya, every morning, with a squeeze of lime.

How I wish they grew in our neck of the woods.


I'm glad to have my appetite back.