In a last-minute decision by the powers that be at work, my husband is being sent to Milan (Italy) for a week, leaving this morning. He loves going there because of a particular sandwich, called the *Kenzo*,  served by a local restaurant near his hotel. Similarly, whenever we are visitng the Philadelphia/Jersey shore area, he is certain to indulge in a number of slices of the *Sigi*, his favorite hoagie by oddly-named (but delicious) Planet Hoagie, who conveniently have outposts near the homes in PA and NJ.

After Italy, he spends a week in Copenhagen - where he has never raved about sandwiches but lauds the coffee and little chocolates and pastries served in the morning at the office. Oh, and he also enjoys local brew, Tuborg, while there.

It is strange to me that whenever hubby speaks of his travels around the globe, literally the MAIN topic of conversation is the FOOD. In Brazil, its the steakhouses/bbq places where he eats until nearly bursting. In Hong Kong, its wonderful Thai and Malaysian food.

This is a guy who has likely had the same pants waist size since he was 22 years old; the same guy who rarely eats lunch during the work week (mostly due to lack of time.)

With my sh*tty metabolim, if I indulged in the culinary adventures he has had throughout his travels, instead of business class, I think on the return trip, Id end up in the cargo hold!!!