My dish, in addition to beans and rice, there’s farofa (fried manioc flour), collard greens (haven’t had them in ages – can’t really get them in Finland), fried banana, macaxera (like yucca), meats meats meats. Up to the right you can see some slivers of orange – it’s supposed to aid digestion (ie stop the gas!).
The card announcing the buffet. Fei-joa-da is a funny way to break the word (it’s gramatically correct). I’d have written it Fei-jo-ada. Guess you had to be there.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been to Brasil, a country where I have deep roots. Of course, part of a culture is the food, so I was keen on having one specific meal while whipping through Brasil – the Feijoada. I grew up eating it on the traditional Saturday and was bummed out that my schedule conflicted there. Luckily, I didn’t realize that Wednesday was also a day to have Feijoada (I thought it was just my school).
Feijoada is a black bean stew that originated with the slaves. The meats that are traditionally cooked and served with feijoada were the meats that the slaves could get – pig’s ear, hock, tail, snout – YUM!
If I had known we were going to eat feijoada, I would have fasted for a few days and pigged out here. Well, as you can see, my plate wasn’t too small in any case. 😉
Thanks Dolf and Bernardo for bringing me here. You were great company.