What would I do if I were somewhere else, and wanted breakfast ?
Here I have a scone, fresh from the bakery, full of dried fruits and sweet things.
Or a warm croissant from across the street, sticky and fresh and light as air with a lingering taste of honey on the tongue.
Or perhaps just more coffee with lots of sugar and that jolt of caffeine.. the coffee I said I could never get used to, that I now drink at least 4 cups each morning.
What would I do if I started to feel peckish around 3:00 or 4:00 in the afternoon ?
A light snack, a bit of sugary substance ?
Coffee ? Tea ?
Here I have the cafe around the corner, where apple crumbles or muffins are warm and fresh.
With coffee, of course.
Or a salad from the tiny cafe on the tiny ( 1 block long ) street that serves amazing chocolate cake or sandwiches or salads .. you can sit outside at The table or inside with the other 7 people eating there ..
I said Tiny, didn't I ?
But fabulous things come in tiny packages, as we all know.
How about a grand old Hotel with a fabulous bar with velvet sofas to sit on where you can people watch and enjoy a glass of wine or a Bloody Mary ?
What if I just don't feel like cooking ?
Dinner can come to us .. anything you want, they deliver.
Regardless of weather, at dinner time, those motos are delivering dinners all over town !
How about Chinese, Argentine style ?
Pasta ? How about Penne in Putanesca sauce that leaves your tongue numb for hours after ?
Or pick up something at a place where ladies cook Home style .. mashed potatoes, roasted potatoes, beef, chicken, veggies, tarts and squash and well, sort of like Grandmas house, Argentine style.
I must ponder this some more ... what would I do ?