Written by Captain G
Or a life long expert in taking the path less traveled.
Last month my travel journal fell into the hands of food pirates. Wait, you have never heard of food pirates? Seriously, they are real. You may not realize it yet, but I bet you have been a victim of them at some point.
Think about it. Have you ever looked at your dinner plate and said, “No way I ate all that.” Or maybe your best friend had already ordered her third margarita when you didn’t see her pound the second one. And let’s not forget about the late nights you are standing in front of an open refrigerator, staring at the old cheese beside a half-empty White Claw. Yep, it’s all because of those sneaky bastard Food Pirates stealing things off our plates and tables. Even that mango sorbet sprinkled with habanero pepper powder that you wasn’t sure if you loved or hated was left as an empty bowl. Food Pirates.
You may have seen glimpses of my travel journal on those older social media posts. During my travels, I’d jot down notes of things I saw, heard, and smelled. Lots of times, I would even try to draw out the moments. They are great memories.
One particular moment was in Lisbon, Portugal. The two days after arriving in Portugal, I’d managed to find myself in a swanky upscale restaurant. Another time was Iceland in the 90s, before everyone had internet. Then there is Northern Ireland, where I had made my way into a pub and realized the locals were sizing me up because they didn’t know who I was just before a huge festival. I guess it was time to retire that book.
The best things in the world happen at a dinner table, and occasionally on a dinner table! I believe every meal has a story. Here’s a toast to the next year full of recipes and new friends. Let’s start.
Page 1, CHICAGO- Who hasn’t gotten into the wrong limo at least once?
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