Lately, I've been thinking about my travels. Recreating scenes, flavors, moments in my mind. Last week, I saw two tiny plastic chairs on the sidewalk, and I was overwhelmed with a certain feeling of nostalgia. Some days I just crave the chaos and unpredictability of travel, and today that craving was particularly strong.
Before I left, my last night at home, I was inspired by a creation eaten two nights previous. A picnic meeting in the park with dietitians, confident that I would discover some flavorful treats, I was quickly drawn to this simple fresh salad. Bright and colorful. Each mouthful gushing with flavor as I slurp the noodles into my mouth.