The roar of an engine as your flight takes off, eager anticipation buzzing through your body. That delicious anxiety that rolls through your stomach as you sit alone in a Metro car, practicing your language skills and praying to someone, anyone, that you can navigate your way through foreign streets filled with foreign tongues. Pointing to a menu, with not the faintest idea of what might arrive on the plate, and falling in love — with food, with people, with life — all over again at first bite.
I am always eager for more opportunities to explore, taste, and connect with other cultures. Please inquire at chocolateandmarrow [at ] gmail.com for food media and culinary travel opportunities.