Took a down day today to just hang around, read, and watch CNN International on my TV. My room is spacious, tasteful and comfortable. I met Solofo (who got to town about the same time I did) to talk about the next part of the trip, but that was about all the vacation-y stuff I did.
Well, except for dinner. Decided to live dangerously and try chicken breast with vanilla sauce since Madagascar produces so much vanilla. I learned somewhere here that vanilla actually comes from an orchid and isn’t native here but thrives. In any case, I thought I’d see what it does to chicken sauce.
The answer is that it makes chicken taste like meat dessert. And the taste infects everything. I had a dry white wine with the meal, and though there might have been other elements in its bouquet, I certainly couldn’t taste them; it tasted like vanilla. I even ordered my fav dessert – crème brule – and IT tasted like vanilla. Lesson learned.
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