Sometimes I think that I like to think that I live in Mexico…or some other tropical place where coconuts fall from trees and the ocean waves are all you can hear. Instead, I live in country where monkeys fall (or rather swing) from trees and often all you can hear are the chirping of the crickets or the buzzing of the dragonflies. I find that when I want to pretend that I am living on an island I try to make my food fit that image. Fish from the local dam is a good start…and the fact that I found cucumber and feta cheese at the supermarket this afternoon is just icing on the cake….mmm cake….what exotic island makes good cake?
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Bet you thought I couldn't get fresh fish in Botswana…..
Sometimes I think that I like to think that I live in Mexico…or some other tropical place where coconuts fall from trees and the ocean waves are all you can hear. Instead, I live in country where monkeys fall (or rather swing) from trees and often all you can hear are the chirping of the crickets or the buzzing of the dragonflies. I find that when I want to pretend that I am living on an island I try to make my food fit that image. Fish from the local dam is a good start…and the fact that I found cucumber and feta cheese at the supermarket this afternoon is just icing on the cake….mmm cake….what exotic island makes good cake?
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