After a hearty lunch among the verdant tobacco plantations of Vinales, washed down with the usual mojito, or three, came the all important question in Cuba.
It was a quandary that I hadn’t expected to encounter. Not in Bologna.
The first time I came across gazpacho was in one of my Mom’s old cookbooks.
It’s been a busy festive season, per usual. Lots of meeting and greeting, to be followed real close by tons of eating, of course.
Spend any time at all in Greece, go visit your friendly neighbourhood Greek taverna, watch “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”.
Don’t you just love beyond border foods ? They have a way of popping up when you least expect it.