FOOD: WE ATE IT. LOTS OF IT. SEE BELOW.
Let's start with Paris. This is where my all-organic, sugar-free, flexitarian, no-dairy, locavore ways flew right out the window.
Nothing cures jet lag like beers, fries and haggis (sheep intestines cooked with barley) at a Scottish pub. Not at all ashamed to admit WE LOVED IT.
The most expensive treat in Paris: macaroons. Tracey dressed accordingly. LC and KK liked them too.
On the way to Athens:
Tracey raved about our airline food dinner on the way to Greece so much, you would have thought we ate at a four star restaurant.
The food in Greece really was the best I have ever eaten---anywhere in the world. This feta almost tasted a little like goat cheese it was so fresh, and Tracey and I have both been dreaming about greek salads since we've been back.
Our first day in Greece we went to Aegina, a tiny island that we reached by ferry. It's famous for the pistachios that they grow on the island (which store keepers will pour into your hands as you walk by), and the seafood that is caught (and beaten!) right off the harbor. We saw some fisherman guy beating the crap out of a bunch of octipuses (?) right before we left for Athens. (ps: Trac should be a food photographer, no?)
In addition to binge eating, we drank our fair share of Greek booze as well. Verdict: greek beer=yummy, ouzo=vomit in our mouths (sorry Tara, we tried!)
This was the 2euro wonderfood:
Greek fast food: Souvlaki (aka gyros) but instead of a scary meat hunk like in the USA, these are made with slabbed off real chunks of meat that rotate on these giant spits in tavern windows. (Did I mention that my vegetarianism took a hiatus in Greece?)
Thanks to our friend Lonely Planet, we found some hole-in-the-wall treasures like this little dive where we watched them hand make these donuts then douse them in honey. We ate them with real Greek yogurt. Are you salivating? I am.
One of my favorite things about Greece is that every single restaurant and cafe has outdoor seating and is open until the middle of the night. We did not eat a single meal indoors, and it is such fun people watching seeing the entire city outside at all hours of the day and night. America, take note.
The thing about Greece (and Paris for that matter) was that, yes, we ate a lot of really decadent junk foods, but we also ate a ton of fresh foods from the markets that seem to be on every corner. Again, America, are you getting this?
Trac and I made a verbal list of things we need to replicate in the states, and the frappe (above) is one of them. Coffee shaken with ice, sugar and milk until it becomes magically foamy. It was the ultimate pickmeup/dessert, and Greeks carry them around the way we do with Starbucks.
Back in the par-ee:
We celebrated Graham's 20th birthday with a tart and some wine after Trac and I had polished off our homemade ratatouille (so very Paris of us).
The last supper: Graham made us the most AMAZING soup ever. He's probs sitting in his Parisian culinary class as I type this. Love him. And his delicious creations.
This was only crepe I ate in Paris, and on the last day too. What was I thinking?!?
And the food post cannot possibly be completed without addressing the gems I found while I was cleaning our Tracey's fridge pre-moveout: A baggie full of moldy mac and cheese. If that's not my ticket into heaven, I don't know what is.
The whole time I was writing this I was sooo hungry---after that last pic, not so much.
Coming soon: sister glamour shots from Europe.
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