Comments on: The Best Meal You Ever Ate Was…?

By: elinwoods

elinwoods — Mon, 18 May 2009 12:24:47 +0000

Probably a moose steak. A family friend got one in Canada, offered me some, and I'm so glad that I took it. It was one of the most amazing things that have ever passed between these lips.

By: braziliana

braziliana — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 02:35:18 +0000

Having my mother's rice and beans after 6 years!!!!

By: Christopher

Christopher — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 00:49:57 +0000

Having pizza with my family after not seeing them for 18 months being in the Army. That was a meal I'll never forget!

By: Elisabeth

Elisabeth — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 21:04:52 +0000

Peking Duck, at a restaurant devoted to roast duck, in Beijing. There are many such places; you make a reservation, sometimes up to 24 hrs ahead, and they prepare a duck just for you. But it's not just the duck, it's the whole experience. The plethora of delightful side dishes they place before you while you wait for your duck. The ritual of carving. The tray of unidentifiable relishes. The divine experience of placing in your mouth a sliver of duck fat dipped in sugar. Unbelievable!!!

By: Lori Mingus

Lori Mingus — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 18:07:32 +0000

Oh yes I remember scrumptious nectarines after the home birth of my youngest sonson

By: laurie_matthews

laurie_matthews — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 17:49:08 +0000

There are just too many to choose from. Brunch is my favorite meal and I love enjoying it eating out. My favorites are Simpatica in Portland, Oregon and Paramount in Boston. My favorite meals are those that stem from cooking with friends… Thanksgiving at Dant on the bank of the Deschuttes River, lobster at Amy's summer home on the Massachusetts shore, Garrett's burgers from Memorial Day weekends on the Vineyard.

By: Steve Harvey

Steve Harvey — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 17:07:29 +0000

I've eaten a lot of good food, being a snob and foodie, but oddly enough the first meal that comes to mind is one which the food wasn't good at all - but like Jessica, the experience made it so memorable.

Squatting on the banks of the Mekong river in Cambodia at 6:30 AM waiting for my boat back to Phnom Penh, I had but one option to fuel up before a 5hr trip in 40 degree heat. A bowl of noodles, with a few bone ridden scraps of fish in broth that was basically boiled river water and fish sauce.

Mud above my ankles, 80# on my back, I ate my breakfast amongst the locals and a few other travels, as we watch the sun rise and 100 fishermen walk ashore with their catch of the day in baskets on their heads.

It was so surreal the thought of getting ill didn't enter my mind. A meal I will never forget.

By: joannag

joannag — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 16:30:09 +0000

I am so with you on that!

By: Meredith

Meredith — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 16:04:06 +0000

I went to Europe for the first time when I was 23. I decided to go to Paris, 'the city of love' alone as a celebration of my independent spirit, sort of a “I don't need romance to complete me”-type-thing. I was there for 3 days with no one but me. I hadn't spent a dime on myself while in Europe – I was busy finding treasures for family and friends and I decided I should do something for me. The first day I was Paris I asked the concierge what the most “chi-chi” restaurant in Paris was. That night I got all dolled up in the only dress I had brought with the only pair of heels I had. I felt like Audrey Hepburn! I took myself to Fouquets on the Champs- Elysees. I strolled in on a red carpet. The place was dripping with gold, marble, chandeliers…tres chi chi indeed! I ordered the cheapest wine on the menu (the only one I could afford) and had only an entree – I still felt like a princess though and I loved every minute of this experience that I was giving to myself! It was a meal that I will never forget – the night that I romanced ME in the city of love!

By: Connie

Connie — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 15:26:46 +0000

A piece of toast with butter and a cup of tea after 23 hours of labor birthing my first daughter.