I
always love to read those "man-on-the-street" columns in my local newspaper.
It seems that frivolous questions rather than weighty ones inspire far livelier
and intriguing responses. In the same spirit, I collar friends, relatives,
and total strangers to ask them inconsequential questions on culinary matters.

Q: What was the most memorable meal you had while you were on a vacation? |

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Bill: Definitely when I had guinea pig for dinner in Peru. Guinea
pig is a food, not a pet, in South America. I had to try it, just so I
could come home and say, "Hey, I ate a guinea pig." When I ordered it,
I assumed it would not look like a guinea pig...you know, like beef doesn't
look like a cow. But it arrived at my table looking totally like a guinea
pig, a burnt-to-a-crisp guinea pig, from its ears right down to its little
claws. As a garnish, they had put a little lettuce-leaf hat on its head.
It tasted somewhere between what I know rabbit tastes like and what I
imagine rat tastes like. It was definitely a one-time-only experience.
Helen: It was at the Villa San Michele outside of Florence. There
was a salad of arugula with figs and shaved parmesan. A pumpkin-rosemary
risotto to die for. And scallops on rosemary skewers. I know nothing about
Italian wine. We asked if they had something like a California chardonnay.
The guy came back with a vanilla-y, perfect wine - it was like, California
Chardonnay, eat your heart out. Villa San Michele is set on a hillside,
and you eat on a big stone veranda with arches framing the view of Florence
below. It was one of those moments you feel privileged to have found such
an amazing place.
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