Back to Brunch

Sifting through nearly 3,000 pictures of the Italy trip is proving to be a fun albeit time-consuming task.  I’m creating an album exclusively of items eaten at each meal, but it’s not quite finished yet despite being back in the States for a little over a week now.  It’s been an interesting transition to return to a land with an array of ethnic flair.  I’ve had a hankering for sushi, Mexican, Chinese, and traditional, simple American foods.  I never thought I would long for cold milk or eggs.  The absence of all aforementioned edibles in Northern Italy wasn’t something I ever expected to miss, but apparently these things have grown to be an important component of my healthier, mostly vegetarian eating.  Back home in New York, I’ve been able to fulfill all these cravings.  Not until today’s lazy Sunday morning did I come to my first impasse.

Riflessione sul Cibo

aka: “Thinking about Food.”

Travelling through Italy has left me with a number of thoughts, many of them about food.  While others may come here to soak up the culture in the form of art or religious monuments, I have my own agenda.  Of course I visit the obligatory attractions, but not with the vigor of other tourists.  I breeze through the churches and frescoes in favor of museums about science and ecology.  Yet, even while these places satisfy my curiosities and broaden my understanding of the Italian language, they aren’t the reason why I chose to come here either.  My moments of enlightenment come not from paintings, statues, or cathedrals… they are born from my plate.