Let’s face facts, we all love to eat. As Canadians, we are very lucky in the variety and styles of cooking that one can sample without leaving the country. Having said that, I find it far more exciting to actually eat an Italian dish when in Italy. Seems more logical to eat a Caprese salad in Capri than to pick one up at the local Sobeys. I have yet to find buffalo mozzarella, olive oil or roma tomatoes that are even close to what we ate in Italy, the same yet vastly different. Eating catfish in New Orleans, English breakfast in England, pannenkoek in Holland, Belgian chocolate in Belgium, pasta in Sorrento, pizza in Rome. I could go on, as both Lori and I have no issue whatsoever sampling what is local, and jump at the chance to try new foods. Here are some of our prize meals.