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Author: camparigirl

Trying to make sense of the world and life through food and words.

Never dance with a lion*

Posted in Style & Travel

To my seven-year old eyes, Bologna, the city where I grew up, seemed a vast metropolis. A city of half a million people, with a famous and vibrant university, it was safe enough that, from the age of seven or eight, I would walk to school unaccompanied. I lived in the center of town and everything that lay outside the medieval walls was unknown to me, and it’s what conjured vastness.

(5) Lovely places to try if vacationing in South Africa

Posted in Style & Travel

I recently read an article that made the point that eating in a big city, anywhere in the globe, will reward the diner with same flavor profiles, if not exactly the same dishes. Chefs talk to each other, they read about each other, imitate each other, to the point that you can have similar meals in Barcelona or Sydney. I would venture to concur. Even the architecture and decor of restaurants everywhere is becoming homogenous. The same words are on the lips of diners in Los Angeles or Paris: locavore, seasonal, organic…avocado on toast. During the two weeks I spent in South Africa, steered by sofagirl, I ate at quite a few spots that served honest, in-season and delicious food that was both familiar but also reminded me I was very many miles away from home.

(Nearly) 55 and all grown up

Posted in Style & Travel

To call sofagirl my friend, at this point in life, is a misnomer. After nearly thirty years in each other’s lives, Sue is my family. Her people are my people, and vice versa. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her or her people in times of need and I know she feels the same about my tribe. I also know she would do what was needed with enthusiasm and efficiency, no questions asked.

(5) Things we love…#135

Posted in Things We Love

Yes! I am finally on vacation – the last appetizer was shoved into the oven, the last chocolate cake morsel precisely cut and now I can forget about food for a couple of weeks and let other people (and airlines) feed me. But more of that later. For the time being, I will be enjoying a long and lazy weekend: Memorial Day and the Summer it officially heralds.

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