http://www.ladylunchalot.com/2006/06/10/the-politically-aware-sandwich/ Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all. ~ Harriet van Horne Thu, 24 Jul 2008 02:34:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5 http://www.ladylunchalot.com/2006/06/10/the-politically-aware-sandwich/#comment-209 Wed, 19 Jul 2006 13:04:16 +0000 http://www.ladylunchalot.com/2006/06/10/the-politically-aware-sandwich/#comment-209 Oh yeah, I'm right there with you about chasing that memorable food while overseas. I once changed hotels in Italy to be closer to a particular gelati shop. Mmmm... gelati... Oh yeah, I’m right there with you about chasing that memorable food while overseas. I once changed hotels in Italy to be closer to a particular gelati shop. Mmmm… gelati…

]]> http://www.ladylunchalot.com/2006/06/10/the-politically-aware-sandwich/#comment-206 Wed, 19 Jul 2006 04:01:18 +0000 http://www.ladylunchalot.com/2006/06/10/the-politically-aware-sandwich/#comment-206 Jerry Seinfeld would love this cafe - he's got a real bee in his bonnet about pesto. Personally i can't get enough of the stuff, especially a realy good home made one. Possibly one of the best culinary experiences of my life was a baguette i ate at a cafe in Amsterdam about 10 years ago. It was a perfect baguette, warm, with fresh ripe tomatoes, succulent mozarella cheese (not that strange rubbery yellow stuff you buy in supermarkets, the real thing)and i was enjoying it so much that i didn't want to put it down on my plate to pick up my napkin. I ate it in one frenzied go and by the time i finished the pesto sauce had dripped down my arms nearly as far as my elbows! Then, after cleaning myself up, i ordered another. To my devastation i was told that the kitchen was closed. This necessitated another trip to the same cafe the following day - needless to say, the joint i smoked that made the sandwish taste even better, also made the cafe extremely difficult to find. But it was worth the trouble. Jerry Seinfeld would love this cafe - he’s got a real bee in his bonnet about pesto. Personally i can’t get enough of the stuff, especially a realy good home made one. Possibly one of the best culinary experiences of my life was a baguette i ate at a cafe in Amsterdam about 10 years ago. It was a perfect baguette, warm, with fresh ripe tomatoes, succulent mozarella cheese (not that strange rubbery yellow stuff you buy in supermarkets, the real thing)and i was enjoying it so much that i didn’t want to put it down on my plate to pick up my napkin. I ate it in one frenzied go and by the time i finished the pesto sauce had dripped down my arms nearly as far as my elbows! Then, after cleaning myself up, i ordered another. To my devastation i was told that the kitchen was closed. This necessitated another trip to the same cafe the following day - needless to say, the joint i smoked that made the sandwish taste even better, also made the cafe extremely difficult to find. But it was worth the trouble.

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