My vacation tasted like home.
Hold on a minute-- don't start making assumptions there, bucko. I am no McDonald's tourist. I firmly believe that vacations should taste of exotic spices and meats, with a side of foreign scenery and menus you can't really understand but order from anyhow. I believe in trying whatever the locals consider best and opening your mind to what you find.
But when I return home to the US for my two-week visit with the family each year, I love becoming reacquainted with the familiar flavors of my childhood. I can't get enough of the
huge range of multi-cultural offerings you find in the States, with all these ingredients I can't get my hands on in Lisbon. And the spiciness! Ohhh, how I love getting my hands on the spicy.
Luckily, anytime my family gets together in one time zone there is a 100% chance that delicious food will be involved. Every hour, on the hour, if possible. I am still smiling at the memories of all the good stuff I got to eat. Wanna see the highlight reel?
(Yes, you do. You totally do.)