June 29, 2014

Off the Dardanelles, Turkey. October, 2011

Breakfast was never important when I was growing up. So it was hard for me to get into the habit even as an adult who knew better. Most days, my morning meal is usually a modest bowl of yogurt with sliced banana, some raisins, maybe some almonds. But what is it about being on vacation that makes breakfast so much more of a feast? On the Wind Surf, as we sailed from Istanbul through the narrow straits past Troy and Gallipoli and into the Aegean, Eggs Benedict seemed like the right choice. With the traditional two-croissant garnish (one chocolate.)

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