Since we’re such fans, do I add Korea to our travel list? Or do I fall for Phil Rosenthal’s mouth-watering tour of London and take the family to Borough Market? I’ve never been to London, but beyond the history and architecture, the food scene is world-class, and who knows what souvenir I’ll find next.
I can already picture it: Finding a fragile, antique teacup in a shop at the Portobello Road Market so I can have my teatime back home. Or I’ll find a perfectly smooth dolsot bowl nestled among stacks of stoneware in a market in Seoul. Or maybe I’ll be in Amalfi, where the scent of lemon blossoms floats through the markets, and a vendor wraps a handmade lemon-embossed platter in newspaper like it’s something sacred.
Wherever I go next, whatever I carry home, I’ll place it carefully in the kitchen drawer beside my citrus reamer, each one a small monument to a meal worth remembering. I don’t just bring home souvenirs. I bring home stories I can cook with, memories to share with the people who were there, and everyone I love.