As we all know, eating exotic foods is one of the best parts of travel. But for the less-travelled rat, eating mashed potatoes from a friendly fingertip is as good as a vacation, and much more of a sure thing.
Not counting mashed potatoes, I always find it hard to eat enough vegetables when traveling. It’s so much easier to just have pastry and coffee.
Although when on vacation one always takes risks, you can now profit from my mistake. If you’re in Bretagne and on a quest for kouign aman, don’t shop at Kouignette. It’s a chain, something I didn’t realize until it was too late, and although their little treats look beautiful, they’re laden with sugar beyond belief. I never thought I’d throw away kouign aman, but there’s always a first time.
On the other hand, if you’re anywhere near the Mont Saint Michel, try to spend a night at the charming Au Château du Mont Dol, where the food is impeccable and inventive, the house is lovely, and the welcome is warm and relaxed. Sitting around the table with a group of contented French, German, Dutch, and Belgian diners was a highlight of our trip.
Sometimes, though, all you want is a taste of home. A giant can of pickled jalapenos, untasted but well-imagined, captured Shel’s attention in Amsterdam.
They probably would have been delicious with this beautiful smoked fish, but alas, it was not to be. We made up for it later, though.
Lest you think that the tug of home would be weak and distant were one continuously surrounded by the delights of Dutch and French cuisine, have a peek here to see the meal that dare not speak its name on French Letters.
I hope you’ll still respect me in the morning.