“I can still taste the simple, pistachio pasta we ate,” was the first thing Teresa said when I told her we were going to Sicily. “Their buttery, fat pistachios are so much better than those we get from the Middle East.” “The food is so good, Clive and I gained ten pounds,” Linda told us. […]
One of the joys of hiking in Europe compared to most anywhere else in the world is the reward of eating lunch at a restaurant in a mountain village enroute. Take, for example, Hike #1 in Teresa Farino’s book Picos de Europa. But first, let me step back in time for a bit.
I knew that Sunday, as we parked the car overlooking a hay field in the lush green of the Basque countryside and walked by a garden leading to a red-tiled farmhouse restaurant, that our lunch at Mugaritz was going to be good.
Years ago when people thought only les vins français were worth drinking, our neighbour Jim started a little company importing wine from Spain and Portugal. When his son visited this month and inventoried the remaining bottles, I thought back to two Januaries ago and a eulogy at Jim’s Celebration of Life. “I knew nothing about […]
“Did you like Milford Sound?” That’s the first question you’ll be asked when you tell people you were on the South Island of New Zealand for three weeks. When Magellan and I answer meekly, “We didn’t go there,” we’re met with the same dumbfounded expression you’d give to people visiting the Rockies and admitting they […]