My partner and I are lucky to have friends who prioritize traveling. Even luckier to have friends who appreciate a good meal, food adventures, feasts of unusual (for us) tastes and smells and methods for moving food from plate-to-mouth.
Recently, these gracious friends threw a Mardi Gras party, albeit slightly tardy due to the blizzard that arrived in Boston before the crawfish could.
But once the snow cleared, and the “fishes” arrived, we set down around our friends’ big, round table to gobble up.
And many bites later, roll on home.