Vatican City: Carbonara 🇻🇦


For the Holy See, I had just one thought: Communion wafers.

I mean, when one thinks of Catholic cuisine, that’s about it, right? Glutinous metaphoric bits of bread for parishioners.

But that’s less of a blog post, and more of an April Fool’s Joke.

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Romania: Sarmale with mamaliga 🇷🇴


There’s something about the brassica family that generally doesn’t agree with me.

Fry up the onions and fennel, then add rice.

Fry up the onions and fennel, then add rice.

Maybe it’s the sulfury notes of broccoli or Brussels sprouts. Or perhaps it’s the bitter flavor of underprepared kale that burns me. Maybe it’s just the general consistency of the brassicas that sends me running and screaming.

Whatever you call it, don’t call me late to eat brassicas – because there is no late on “never.”
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