My recent trip to Italy included some amazing meals, made all the better because they were shared with family. And both hotels we stayed in offered breakfast buffets. Buffets hold a certain magic for me, having grown up with very little. An all-you-eat buffet seems the opposite of a childhood spent on the edge of poverty. But these days I cannot partake of all the wonders a buffet offers and breakfast buffets are no different.
Our hotel buffets had the usual bacon, omelets and other items I can no longer eat. But thankfully, they also featured a variety of fruits which is where I spent my time at them.
Another fun option at one was steamed tomatoes. I love tomatoes and the ones we had in Italy seemed all the better for being from my ancestral home. So I regularly had three or four for breakfast while we were staying in southern Italy.
When we reached Rome, the hotel we were in was part of a French chain and so offered a wide array of crescents and other wonderful baked goods which I can no longer eat.
I went down for breakfast there our first day but after that I stayed in my room while other family members ate at the breakfast buffet.
The temptations would have been simply too great and watching others eat what I cannot was just too painful a way to start my days. Sometimes walking away is the best course of action when you’re trying to stay on your restricted diet.