Thursday, August 6th, 2009 | Education, Friendships, Life Lesson, Photography, Questions, Tips / Learning, food, thoughts | 1 Comment

On Sunday I was invited to lunch at a friend’s parents’ home -It was her birthday the day before and so celebrations continued the next day.

(now for typing’s sake, I’m abbreviating the word Portuguese to read P…okay?)

Where I grew up, I never had a P friend, never had a P class mate nor did I ever eat at a P‘’s home before.

The area I now reside in used to be all be P owned. In the last five years of my staying here, I have only met one P guy from the area – and so still no real culture check, well at least until Sunday that is.

I felt comfortable and “at home”  when I saw the food all laid out on the table. It reminded me of my mom’s Sunday lunch. Each portion in its own glass bowl, each bowl with its own spoon, each person dishes up their own plate of food, all exactly like it used to be for me when I was living with my mom.

The food was no stranger to me – so familiar – even in the taste of it. There was the sweetened butternut with cinnamon, the broccoli and  cauliflower, for the meat eaters there was roast chicken, savoury rice but like savoury because its brown of the onions not using spice for rice, sweet potatoes, heck I can’t remember all of the nice stuffies – was just damn good food.

Whilst eating, I looked around in their back yard, noticed how familiar the gardening style was,this again reminded me of my grandmas garden. She used to have grapevines (but the grapes never grew THAT well), the apple tree, the  peach/plum whatever tree, guava, banana (even though bananas never really grew) and more.

It got me thinking… › Continue reading

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