reflections visual & literary * humanidades
I saw how perfect and uniform all of the red fruit were, but I was more preoccupied trying to remember how many of them I would need for the various recipes I would exact. It might have been that same subliminal suspicion that had made me separate, but not read, an article on the global Italian and Chinese mafias for tomatoes.
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I mean, I assume you’ve already gotten rid of all the other aluminium in the kitchen, right? Right??
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Garlic at your own risk It has enough garlic to kill Dracula. There should be no reason that pasta aglio e olio couldn’t kill a sinusitis, right? That’s why it was part of my battle plan for the day after I arrived back home, a trip that required two excruciating intercontinental flights. Besides, why else […]
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The games continued, unfolding the birth of a new cuisine, in much the same way our ancestors had done on different continents.
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For some it is wine, for others, restaurants, carpets, clothes, cars or watches. I try not to criticize, because I think everyone has a certain objects of desire that are coveted. If so, I guess that means that I will always find money for the finest tea.
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I don’t have enough words of praise and awe for the delicious food of India, but after nearly five weeks in the Subcontinent, there was something to rediscover once back in my kitchen on the other side of the world, to make once again those personal comfort foods — those that would be requested before […]
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Já vi várias tentativas de vegetarianismo serem frustradas por diversos motivos, mas principalmente pela descoberta de que não basta deixar de comer certas coisas: é necessário começar a comer outros alimentos.
I have seen several attempts at vegetarianism frustrated for various reasons, not the least of which is the discovery that it is not just a matter of ceasing to eat certain things: it is the start of eating other things
“Canjica, doce?? Abacate, doce??” Fiz uma cara incrédula ao descobrir esta novidades aqui no Brasil. Tais achados culinários estavam entre as primeiras coisas que até então tinham sido inimagináveis. Até hoje, o mexicano dentro de mim não se conforma muito bem com esses achados. Embora o abacate pequeno e preto do pacífico, que apenas se […]
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“Where are you from, sir?” asked the older Indian gentleman sitting next to the open seat awaiting me on the plane. I had given him a smile and said hello – among the simple things that make Indian people very happy, especially when far away from home. “That, sir, is a very good question! I’m […]
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