I am not a big fan
of traveling, don’t get me wrong though, I enjoy exotic places and cuisines as
much as the next epicure but when it comes to traveling I always have resented
it. Mainly because I only have two modes of travel which I usually abide to;
driving or riding a plane, both of which I do not like to do, but for the sake
of adventure I inevitably succumb too.
Why, you may ask?
Well it’s because of Food. Everybody who
has ever ridden a plane before knows that if you’re not a first class
passenger, you have to contend with foodstuff that has not been freshly
prepared. It’s not as if I am insulting
the people who prepare airplane food it’s just that they have to prepare a vast
amount of food in a short amount of time that the quality is somewhat below
par.
I don’t know about
you but any food that is not steaming in front of me is a bland fare. However despite my aversion to traveling I
always enjoy the moment when I arrive home.
The familiarity of
my spices and kitchen utensils soothes the weary traveler in me , especially
when I use them to cook for my children.
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