In Italy, we have alici fritti - fried anchovies. I bring the same level of passion to those as I would to caviar served on a pearl spoon.
Once upon a time, I was in Paris, dining alone, on sardine frite, and the proprietor came up to me, touched the inside of my wrist and told me not to be sad. It was so intimate. I explained it was because I had no one with me to share the moment. And he told me to take it for my very own.
Ohhhh... yeah, eating alone can be tough. It depends on the context. What an emotionally intelligent server. Fried anchovies... Yum! Here we pickle them in vinegar. "Bocarones" we call them.
Is it wrong to crave those frites? ? On to Algiers!
Ni les frites ni les sardines frites. 😍
Sardine frites?? Oh. Yes. Please.
Sardines frites is a specialty, but when you go to the market to buy them, they are all gone by 11 a.m. :)
In Italy, we have alici fritti - fried anchovies. I bring the same level of passion to those as I would to caviar served on a pearl spoon.
Once upon a time, I was in Paris, dining alone, on sardine frite, and the proprietor came up to me, touched the inside of my wrist and told me not to be sad. It was so intimate. I explained it was because I had no one with me to share the moment. And he told me to take it for my very own.
Ohhhh... yeah, eating alone can be tough. It depends on the context. What an emotionally intelligent server. Fried anchovies... Yum! Here we pickle them in vinegar. "Bocarones" we call them.
Jude I was just listening to this. You might like it. https://substack.com/@theusefulandthebeautiful/note/p-198553092?r=1tfs3w