Yay for tasty foods from around the world!

[cjsmith]

When I first visited Sweden I loved the crisp flatbreads served in great variety everywhere. On my last day there I went to a grocery store and grabbed a package of them to bring home, because I wanted "a taste of Sweden" as a souvenir.

Now you can buy them in grocery stores here in Sunnyvale. Yay!

I remember being surprised just after I moved back from France that Little Schoolboys and Nutella had apparently followed me. I loved les petits-écoliers. If only the streetside crêpe vendors had followed me too! And now I can get crispbreads.

A slice of Wasa "fiber rye" and a slice of aged Swiss cheese... delicious.

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[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

Pancake houses in Amsterdam are a slice of heaven. So is cheese fondue, but then I'm hopelessly biased due to my love of cheese! I like trying pizza in different places to see what they do with it. Pizza in Japan is JUST WEIRD. I made them leave the octopus off it.

[quasigeostrophy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the pizza we had in Paris was great. It was funny, though, we were there with the stereotypical impression that "French people don't eat huge portions" - we'd even seen that in various news reports and such. When the server said the pizzas were small, single-servings, we each got one.

HUGE.

French don't eat small portions - we figured out they just walk everywhere to burn it off. :-)

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

Maybe the server knew you were American ;-)

[quasigeostrophy.livejournal.com]

"Maybe"? She came to the door of the restaurant when we were studying the menu and greeted us in fractured English (which was waaaaay better than my fractured French). There was no hiding it. :-)

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

There never is. ;-) My greatest accomplishment, when I was living there, was to have people start to guess my nationality as German. The accent is ineradicable, but at least I had hopped over to a different branch of the language tree. And that was once I started wearing different clothing and all. I wasn't even too far from the right size to pass for a Parisian woman -- rail-thin and not very tall. Nope, there's just no disguising it. :-)