There is something wonderfully liberating about vacation. The alarm clock gets ignored. The inbox can fend for itself. You may wear the same pair of sandals for six straight days, and nobody seems particularly concerned about it. Breakfast might happen at 10:30 in the morning, lunch at 3:00 in the afternoon, and dinner sometime after you have watched the sunset and debated whether gelato counts as a food group. And then there is the food. Vacation food has a way of making an ordinary Tuesday feel like a celebration. Fresh seafood by the ocean. A flaky pastry from the little…
