The aqua-blue and white-washed walls bring memories of the sea shore. The greens, reds and yellows of the salads jostle for space with the wicker baskets filled with loaves of freshly-baked bread and rolls. Crisp tablecloths. A whiff of grilled lamb and barbeque sauce. A strumming guitar, a lazy melody in the background, the clink of champagne glasses. Candles flicker in the shadows. The taste of creamy gorgonzola cheese and the tangy citrus flavour of the grape salad with crisp lettuce. Dip the pita in the tzatziki. Muted conversations. Cherubic babies in beautiful clothes play amongst the white pebbles in the patio. More champagne, ma’am? Sure, why not. The red pesto sauce is brimming with flavour. Delicious aromas drift over from the waffle iron. The sweet taste of warm chocolate sauce and maple syrup. The indolent Sunday sun shines away. I lean back on the cushion soaking it up. And savour the moment.
What is your favourite food memory?
tzatziki,
i was having that stuff 3 times a day while i was in Greece, truly amazing stuff. My amazing food memory is living above Santosh Sagar and in the evenings the Pav Bhaji would be cooking with loadsa butter and the aroma would fly up to my window. Amazing.