Or more specifically than talking food, let’s talk THE BEST MEAL YOU’VE EVER HAD.
We can all, I think, recall either a specific moment in time when we felt profoundly satisfied by the nourishment traveling down our throats and into our digestive systems, or at least, the meal that accompanied the best experience ever. Because in 2015 that’s what it boils down to, right? Experience! Food isn’t just food anymore. It’s a language! Our language! The biodegradable tool that we use to connect with one another, to share our love and to tell our stories where words just kind of fail.
I can distinctly remember sitting down to a giant-head-sized bowl of angel hair pasta one summer afternoon in Juan-Les-Pins near Cannes. I was 16 and leaving the beach with my grandparents and very far from my mom, who, looking out for my best interest no doubt and with the recommendation of one evil oligarch of a doctor who’d recommended I not consume any white flour whatsoever, had become my version of culinary hell. But see, with my grandparents, I was still just a kid with cravings and not just cravings but cravings that deserved — nay — were obliged to be met.
So, we went for pasta. My big-ass bowl came al dente and with fresh tomato sauce plus black olives garnishing the dish. There were bits of mozzarella cheese melting into the heat of the skinny noodles and I swear to blog within minutes, the dish was done.
It made me realize, you know, that “eating to live” isn’t for me. That living to eat, however, makes spectacular sense for a self-proclaimed bon vivant. Because here I was, sitting just meters from the beach and far from any real sense of pressure (SATs, of course) and social discourse, with people — adults — who I loved and who loved me too, plowing away at the plate in front of me and thinking the only question that frankly measures the true success of an experience: if this isn’t nice, what is?
So, in ~500 words, here’s your obligation: share the best meal — experience — you’ve ever had. Get dramatic, tell a white lie, tell us you’re telling a white lie and please for the love of parmesan make our mouths water so much that we are left with no choice but to, for ourselves, experience. You know da drill. Your deadline is next Thursday (June 4th) at 12 p.m. EST. All submissions should be deposited to firstname.lastname@example.org.
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Check out last week’s Writers Club entry here about the 10 things you need to know post-graduation. If this post made you hungry, you should check out celebrity stylist Elizabeth Stewart’s fridge — even her wine is pretty. And speaking of wine! Have you seen our handy dandy summer wine guide?