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At 18 I set off with a friend to discover all that Europe had to offer. Naïve, adventurous and unfazed by budget hostels or questionable bunk bed hygiene, it was one of the best experiences of my life- I will never be able to look at Europe or traveling with those young, bright eyes again. (cue violin). Already in my mid 20’s, my sense of freedom has become much more restricted, my willingness to go with the flow has been replaced with seriousness and a sense of responsibility. Where once I might have trusted a stranger’s advice, I am more guarded and suspicious. The only thing that still surprises and delights me is food.
The first time I sampled Buffalo Mozzarella was in a small Italian town, Agropoli, surrounded by relatives I had never met before, in a place I knew nothing about and not a word of English was spoken. Luckily, eating requires little verbal communication beyond the pleasure filled moans and grunts of satisfaction. I was treated to a banquet of never-ending food- course after course- pasta, meat, salad, antipasto, bread, nuts, fruit and cake over a 4 hour seating- I was ill prepared for this experience which resulted is such terrible indigestion that I went back to my hotel with a fever and cold sweats- but my god, it was worth it. The highlight was that beautiful, creamy mozzarella made from buffalo milk.
|Mozzarella with carpaccio|
|Fresh garden salad with walnuts|