Thursday, September 23, 2010

Wherein your heroine begs for your vote.

Hello, dear readers.

In case you are not one of the poor victims of my Facebook, Twitter or email pestering, I wanted to let you know that today is the last day to vote for me in the first round of Project Food Blog. Even if you're not a FoodBuzz featured publisher, you can still cast your vote for the Readers' choice selection - there will be one in each of the ten rounds of voting!

I'm pretty psyched about this contest, mostly because of the twin opportunities to discover so many amazing foodblogs and to have my work judged by some pretty incredible food world luminaries: Nancy Silverton, Dana Cowin, and Pim Techamuanvivit. What could be better?

And, so, I'd like to beg for you to vote for me. You can get to my first round entry by clicking here. And here, for your enjoyment, is the description I wrote for my contestant profile of my most memorable meal. Bon appétit!

My most memorable meal is one I shared with my best friend, Louisa. In 2006, we spent two weeks traveling in Europe together. We ended the trip in Paris, where we spent hours wandering the streets of Saint-Germain and Le Marais.

It was during our explorations of the latter that we stumbled upon Bistro Camille, where we feasted on duck breast with black pepper and honey, perfectly grilled lamb chops, the best steak tartare on earth, and an array of the finest preparations of potatoes (pur
éed, gratin and fried) ever assembled. And the crème brulée? Perfection.

Even now, four years (and several return trips) later, the experience is tinged in memory with a combination of serendipity, luxury and utter joy.


TKTC said...

You got my vote. Incidentally a 2005 trip to Provence with my best friend Molly had a similar impact. Totally different pace than Paris but no less magic, edible and otherwise.

Meg Blocker said...

Thanks, dude!

Provence is an incredible place. Louisa and I have both spent a good deal of time there (she in college, me way back in high school), and we love it. I still remember the bowls of chocolate and the fresh baguettes spread with jam and sweet butter that we ate at the youth hostel outside of Avignon. 15 years later, the memory still makes me swoon.

Never mind my first taste of aioli.

Fauxology said...

Hi, Meg! LOVING your blog -- plus I'm hungry right now. Definitely a lethal combination. Look forward to continue reading your beautiful posts. BTW, I tried to vote and it said "voting has ended"...? Noooooo.

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