Something to Write Home About

Travel posters and food obsessions from the road

I tell myself I am doing it for my dad — eating everything in sight when I travel. My dad who, as he approaches 90 later this year, can’t quite travel the way that I do (though, indeed, who would want to), but goes into little hysterics of merriment when I call from wherever, Nairobi, or Aswan, or Cape Town. “Oooh, are you having the Moussaka,” he’ll ask, if I’m in Egypt, say. Or cannoli if it is Palermo, tagine in Tangier, baklava in Istanbul — you see what I mean (and I am right this moment eating moussaka).