Lately, I have been having thoughts of adventure. This happens every two years or so. Some call it the <em>spirit of adventure</em>, I, however, refer to it as being stir-crazy, having cabin-fever and the dire need for a change of pace, scenery and sounds. Call it what you will, for me it usually manifests itself with me strapping on a backpack and hiking or climbing, something somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Sadly, resources are not going to allow me to fulfill such desires anytime soon; so I must live vicariously through the lives and actions of others. Or maybe perhaps, change my view of what the fulfillment of adventure is. 

I missed a flight the other day. 

It sounds simple enough and to some may be a regular occurrence in their life but for me it was huge. See, I've been traveling since I was born, and in those thirty some odd years I have never ever missed a plane, bus, train, coach, rickshaw, car or wake up call. Then last week in the most innocuous way possible I missed my flight home. After the dust settled a new friend stated 'NOW you are beginning to have adventure in your life'. Adventure of a different breed. Of course, the dusty cog's in my brain started churning...how could I translate adventure to food? 

The words <em>adventure</em> and <em>food</em> in the same sentence quickly invoke the mental image of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthony_Bourdain">Anthony Bourdain</a> and his lack of reservation when trying ingredients many would dub controversial.