Homework time, doing some catching up while it is raining. Garden work cancelled for the day.
No way am I saving the best til last in this story for Steven. The piece d'resistance of all the food I ate along this gorgeous coast was this Crema Brûlée. It wasn't even lunch time and I decided time for another swim followed by a snack. Since April and life on the road began I've eaten Crema brûlée's in England, Spain, Morocco, and now France. Whenever I see Crema Brulee on the menu, I order one. I've eaten some doozies. Some look and taste like they are the supermarket ones turned out on a small plate, others are still in their cup, one I'm sure the custard had curdled!, others were just plain ordinary. This one was awesome, crispy crunchy top and so smooth, creamy and yummy underneath. Read more in post script.
Asking for a tomato salad was my default meal. Like the Crema brûlées, my salad was always different. This one was simple yet spectacular. Goats cheese of course. Fresh squeezed orange juice was my first choice for a cool drink all the way across Spain and France.
not only were most of my meals memorable, so were the plates. This particular one was made in Spain, oh well never mind!
I raided Bernie and Shayne's fridge to see what cheeses they prefer. They had six different cheeses in their fridge!!
And after boat watching in Monaco it was time to head inland and into Italy. This was my breakfast table at Pont Rose bnb about 50 km from the coast.
continuing the creme brulee story . . . . . . .