At First Friday, I had a caprese. Now keep in mind that it had been months since I had eaten anything vaguely resembling anything close to cheese (Doctor's orders, no bovine milk!).
It was pretty much a party in my mouth. I sat on the dirty street corner in downtown with my lovely boyfriend. I had my little caprese sliders in my lap, and I inhaled them and pretty much twitched around in wondrous admiration of the beautiful mix of mozzarella cheese and balsamic vinegar. That moment will always be etched into my mind.