Monday, August 17, 2020

BREAKFAST, LUNCH & DINNER (and drinks)

Even Stockholm's meticulous Polismyndigheten were not able to discern that tagine is not food but the pot where food is served in Marrakech, either for breakfast, lunch or dinner except for the roasted lamb that would perfectly complement our Friday nights of light brandy and strong whiskey, our ticket to the quicksands where Sebastian and Samir roasted Maja alive over a bonfire of chairs from Djursholm's bloodstained classroom.

Pancakes, fries, burgers and fried rice from Los Angeles could be our breakfast but the inexperience of Heiderfeld's Police Federale got the wrong suspects because it was the spurned Ines who murdered Driss for his love of Brigitte, Inspector Yoann Peeters breaking the case on why dimsum, roasted pork and somosa were served for lunch in Vancouver. 

Gordon Ramsay acts like he's living on methamphetamines and I too is bored by David Chang but I owe him for Phnom Penh where dinner and beer could have been at the Foreign Correspondent's Club, and for Kate MacKinnon's appreciation of moringa soup, "The best part of travelling is eating" she said and the Phantom Bikers who conclude each ride in the trails with arroz caldo, goto or egg caldo totally agree.

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