Part II: Stopping to Eat the Roses
Istanbul, Turkey
by Victoria Challancin
My eyes rightly bulged when I first caught sight of my hotel's breakfast buffet
Immediately, I latched onto the various breads
Next, I discovered the Sour Cherry Jam and how it enhanced the taste of the salty string cheese it accidentally touched
And then, wonder of wonders, I spotted the Rose Petal Jam
I started looking for things to put it on
Nothing, it seems, would escape my quest for new Rose Petal Jam taste sensations
And as good as the jam was with various breads, it really shone with the salty cheeses
I was a bit worried about leaving the jam behind when we had to change hotels, until I discovered that this new hotel not only seved it, but served it in great, luscious puddles
And although I was enchanted by the heavenly flavor, I soon became equally captivated by the patterns it made as it spread over my plate
I've been back in Mexico for almost a week, yet I am still going through Rose Petal Jam withdrawal. Visually. Tactilely. Gustatorily. Can you see why?
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