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Saturday, December 18, 2010

Eating with the Forecast



Hoje: calor calor calor
[Today: hot and humid]

It was far too humid to truly enjoy eating today, so instead, I decided to take part in drinking my lunch, local vinho, wine made by Italian ancestors in Maravilha. I do not believe I mentioned this earlier, but Maravilha in Portuguese means ´Wonderful´, and the vinho undoubtably portrays it to a T. There is most certainly a distinction to their wine as well. It is stronger in acidity, quite dry, has a quick finish, and has a sharp piercing note of grape and garam marsala combined.

Wine is not packaged in a glass bottle, but rather in a plastic bottle resembling that of a soda bottle in the United States. Rarely it is even labeled, and when it is, the wine is only labeled at red, light red, rose, and white.

Among other drinks I have come to enjoy are fresh fruit juices made daily. Yesterday for dessert, I had coconut! It was unbelievably fresh with a rounded fatty milk flavor. Eu gosto!!!

Often it is too hot to eat, so calories are consumed in large volumes by beverage. I love it! There is such an abundance of fruit to enjoy that your options feel limitless. I wonder what other fruits I will enjoy today....
A few days ago, I tried gioba. It´s a yellow skinned fruit with salmon pink flesh and seeds which resemble that of fenugreek, both in texture and appearance. Floral notes of rose with a texture similar to that of pears fill your senses. I think this would be best eaten seedless, for the seeds were not the most pleasant. It was a bit harsh to my mouth, and I did my best to dispose of them. However, there were so many. Later on in the day, I discovered my family had a paste in the fridge, geladeria, made of the same gioba fruit. The flavor was hightened with concentration and no seeds were present. Thus, this fruit requires a small amount of work in order for it to live up to its´full potential in taste [paste and ice cream is more enjoyable]. The lower picture is gioba, while the upper is an unripe persimmon.


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