The hallway posters called the trip overseas, “A Taste of Italy.” To me the phrase indicated that those going would have the opportunity to eat their way through the small country; a humble region that has earned laudable recognition when compared to other countries offering the US international cuisine. Americans generally don’t say, “Let’s go to a nice British restaurant for dinner.” We’re more inclined to visit a Mexican, Chinese, or Italian place instead. So naturally our entire group boarded the plane with intentions to indulge some of the world’s finest fare, bite into crusty artisan bread and leave no crescent untouched. Italy’s like Disney to a bunch of foodies like nutrition majors and our expectations were far from exceeded.
Will you notice that their custards are nearly butter, their pizzas are pretty much perfect, and it’s easy to develop a slight obsession for all things hazelnut overseas?
Can you trust that it is possible to be offered too much veal, sample too much cheese, taste too much wine, and beg to pass on that forth slice of fresh prosciutto? There was just so much.
Strive to eat “everything in moderation” mindfully; even when on vacation. If you make “The Bandwagon” your lifestyle, you’ll never fall off.