Do you live to eat or do you eat to live?
Every journey needs to start somewhere. Honestly I have wanted to write about the magnificent food available to the adventurous diner for years and have just never sat down and put thoughts, words, and emotions to page. I'm not a writer and this page will bear that out. I didn't do well in English; grammar and spelling were not my strong points. In fact if you look at my other blogs you will find I am serious about military history, uniforms, battles and toy soldiers. Did you know that Napoleons favorite pre-battle meal was potatoes and onions sauteed in olive oil? I love to eat and have a robust taste; a connection with the earthy peasant fare of all countries.. Having said that I know what I like and I am capable of recognizing sublime when I place it on my tongue.
This will not be a blog about the freshness of the basil at an Italian restaurant. It will not find fault with two day old bread. I am just not that type of eater and I really appreciate the efforts that go into every meal. In fact the only thing that really upsets me is being ignored. The only times I have ever walked out of a restaurant or been upset at a restaurant has been when I was seated and then promptly ignored. Even a simple plate of eggs has a certain nobility. There is an elegance to potatoes and onions sauteed in olive oil that surpasses the humbleness of the ingredients.
I'm a blue jeans and T-shirt guy and I live to eat.