Howard Elliot Harris
Picnic in France
First, by definition you need to understand that the most memorable meal is always the last that you ate. Realizing that this was not what you really wanted to know, I will answer the question that you intended to make.
The repast that I will always remember occurred many years ago in the country side of France. While driving my motorcycle through the countryside Catherine & I stopped and we picked up a fresh loaf of bread, brie, Camembert, some pate (not liver, I hate liver) and a bottle of wine. The region that we were in was a wine manufacturing area so when we stopped by the roadside the air was filled with the smell of wine. We climbed a small hillside and had our picnic.
Howard Harris, firstname.lastname@example.org