One year ago, I married my best friend. My partner. It was the most beautiful day, and the love flowed freely in the warmth of the summer happiness. I count my blessings every single day.
Well we were very lucky to celebrate our first wedding anniversary in Europe and I wanted to share some of our adventures from the trip—food and otherwise.
First stop today: Portobello Road! So, this song from Bednobs & Broomsticks—I’m pretty, pretty certain that we’ll continue singing it aloud and in our heads for the rest of eternity. From the moment we got there, “Portobello Road! Portobello Road!” Until the moment, well, never? “Portobello Road! Portobello Road!” And no, I don’t know any of the other lyrics. And that is what makes a person go even more insane.
Well, well, well! Portobello Road is rated PG-13 for plastic nudity and weirdness.
Barry found Molly’s spirit sister! Molly was his grandma’s dog when he was a little boy. European dogs look different.
European pigeons look different. Hi Friend!
Union Jack’s! Fish and chips from Jamie Oliver’s restaurant in Covent Garden. We ended up going here two nights in a row. What a fun little joint in a really pretty location.
And the Pizza! Chili peppers, brisket, and rocket (arugula). Sumpin’ special, this one.
This was probably… no, no! This was most definitely the best thing we ate in Europe. Hot salt beef bagel from Beigel Bake. You lovely thing. You had me at hot salt beef. A chewy and deliciously fresh bagel, hot mustard, pickle, and the best cured beef, ever. George Costanza would’ve really appreciated this one.
14th Century Tower of London with 21st Century leaves
Well I had to.
You think you’ve had a madeleine? OK, but this one’s bettah! Glazed with sugar and so fluffy. Blé Sucré in Paris is the place for these.
Late night Parisian falafel to satisfy that craving. This happened more than once on our trip and it was wonderful.
Fresh butter, cheeses, cream, and bread. Grapes were hanging above us. I think there isn’t a better way to picnic.
The best person I’ve ever met. I love him.
The hanging grapes! If you know me, you know. This is heaven on earth for me, right here.
There are few things in life I enjoy more than picking fruit.
Had to visit the Persian collection in the Louvre. Really amazing (and huge!!) pieces from 5th and 6th century Iran.
One of my favorite parts of the trip was going to all the great outdoor food markets and gawking at all the beautiful fruits and vegetables. These green plums were super sweet. It was almost as if they had been candied.
Again, this is the way to do it. Beautifully salted Bordier butter, the most delicious muscat grapes, Cantal cheese (goodness gracious), tart red currants, and the obvious—crusty French bread!
I’ve always wanted to be lost in a maze (and not the PhD type). This one happens to be in Versailles, France.
I heard this lawn is maintained by a million garden gnomes that come out at night, shearing away at that grass, using their tiny little teeth. Needless to say, they’re under-appreciated and don’t have dental insurance. And do their hats fall off when they work? Those things can’t be very ergonomic. Poor little guys.
Just in case you hadn’t noticed yet, it’s way past my bedtime.
Way past my bedtime.
For when you’re in Beaune, France on a Saturday morning, roaming the street market for porcelain Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. Because these make sense and they’re so not scary. To be honest, I actually almost bought them. Anyway…!
Can you guess what these little things are? They aren’t miniature watermelons, although that would’ve been fun! They’re cucumbers! And we bought a bowl of them, and we ate every one them on the flight home before reaching customs—even if Barry didn’t really feel like eating a large handful of unwashed, freaky little cucumbers halfway across the Atlantic. Well, you don’t expect me to waste fruit, do you?!
Beautiful Beaune, France. I miss you.
And when we came back home, we had some of these pretty little treats tucked in and waiting for us to try. Or eat ALL of them really fast as if they never even existed. Well, there is this picture, isn’t there? They were so delicately delectable. And cute!
And for good measure, here’s a beefy British squirrel breakdancing for you. European squirrels aren’t different.