Food Escapes

I am not a fan of cooking shows. At all. Perhaps it's because I'm not a fan of cooking. Baking, yes. But I don't cook. And I don't particularly enjoy watching people stand around talking to themselves while preparing a meal. But one night last week I couldn't get to sleep and was flipping around the tv. Somehow, I landed on the Cooking Channel. And I found myself in Venice. With Jamie Oliver. Holla.

I like Jamie. He seems like a good time. And he does good things. I also like love Venice. I mean, it's Venice for eff's sake! The Floating City! So I put down the remote and watched a cooking show...of sorts. While there was plenty of Venetian eye-candy to look at in the background, the cooking part pretty much demanded my attention. There's Jamie, squatting over a fire in some sort of park, making minestrone. There he is again, sitting by a canal, making tiramisu. On his lap.

This week, Jamie asked me to escape to Athens with him. I've always wanted to go to Greece...who am I to refuse? We made tzatziki on a rooftop overlooking the Acropolis. We cooked tuna over a fire on the beach. And we made cheese with an orthodox priest. Can't wait to see where we go next week ;)

Happy trails, my sweets!
xo