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 A foreign adventure gives one writer a new appreciation for ‘home cooking’
I’ve recently learned something major about eating.
As thrilling as it is to navigate the foreign and unfamiliar, the food
is often better at home. Over the past couple of months, I haven’t been
eating locally much. Sustainably, perhaps, but not locally. I traveled
all over the Czech Republic, through Germany, and, for a bizarre set of
reasons, jetted from Dresden straight through to Honolulu. (Note: this
is not a circuit I’d recommend — especially given the fact that I took
the wrong passport to the airport in Germany and had to be re-routed
through Canada when I missed my flight.) When on the road, some people
organize their days around museum hours or curtain times; as a
food-focused traveler, I organize my days around where and when to eat.
As at home, getting good food while traveling can be hit or miss. But
the thing about eating in your own neighborhood is that you learn to
distinguish the hits from the misses. ...
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