Saturday, June 21, 2014

Eat, Pray, Brazil: Acaraje (Black Eyes Peas Fritters with shrimp filling)

I have mentioned the Bahian street food acaraje in at least two posts about Brazil so far. It's time to take a closer look at what that food is, and how to make it.

Acarajé is a dish made from peeled black-eyed peas formed into a ball and then deep-fried in dendê or red palm oil. It is a traditional dish of Bahia and is most often eaten as a street food. The acaraje is the descendent akara, a similar dish popular in South West and South East Nigeria. It is also found, under different names, in Ghana, Benin and Togo.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Why Eat, Pray, Brazil?

flags of the countries playing in Natal

It's time to get down to business. Let's talk about why I am in Brazil. Let's talk about the food.

Yes, I have had multiple run-ins with God, struggled to be understood whilst in Brazil, and marveled at the beautiful bodies of capoeira dancers, but I am here in Brazil with two goals.

The first is, of course to watch the World Cup. The second is to discover the food.

Seeing that my Eat, Pray, Africa adventure has been delayed until further notice, I decided to consider the additional wait time as an opportunity to still discover and write about African food, but to also broaden my horizons in doing so. Hence, my expansion to include writing about the African food diaspora.

And that diaspora gets no more fascinating than in Brazil.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Eat, Pray, Brazil: Slide Tackling Portuguese (and Being Head Butted in Return)

this I understand!
 "I speak English, French and Spanish! Of course, I will get by!"

That is a phrase I told myself and others over and over before I landed in Brazil. Boy have I been humbled!

Eat, Pray, Brazil: No Luggage, No Cry

The airline(s) lost my luggage.

My suitcase got lost somewhere between the three flights it took me to arrive in Salvador.

So the image above displays all I had with me when I arrived.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Eat, Pray, Brazil: Are You There God? It's Me, Adhis.

all gold leafing in Igreja de São Francisco

There is a God and he is here in Brazil. I have found him. 

He really is hard to miss. Brazilians are assured to let you know that he is alive and kicking in their country.

I first encountered his presence on my flight from Orlando to Sao Paulo. As the TAM flight snaked the the runway towards takeoff, half the plane's passengers all crossed themselves and bowed their heads in a silent prayer--- a plea to God that this flight would land on a ground similar to the one it was about to take off from. Having noticed how old and shakey this particular airplane was, I, though a philistine, quickly bowed my head in solidarity sending a silent message to whoever was up there to protect me, too.
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