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cerelac

i mentioned cerelac in my last post about powdered food, and then i thought: how come i haven’t written about something so portuguese?!

every country has its own way to feed babies, and for a while in portugal, the staple was a fortified, sweet cereal concoction that toddlers inevitably fell in love with. the texture and taste are so reminiscent of a certain period of our childhood that nowadays, i think it’s mostly consumed by nostalgic adults who can’t get its catchy jingle out of their heads… :P

the whole thing was brought to portugal by egas moniz, our medicine nobel. he was a big fan of nestlé’s ideas and got the licensing to produce this particular kind of baby food in his hometown of avanca, where years prior he had set up a milk powder plant. over the years, he adapted cerelac’s formula to the national tastes and started using milk from the azores.

over 80 years later, cerelac is still being made there and exported to lots of countries, delighting children grown-ups all around the world. :)

the food list, 2

we spent almost a whole month in portugal, and once more, i decided to keep track of the special things we ate, so that we could make another food list. we’re quite predictable, as it turns out, and return mostly to the same staples: lots of bakery items and sentimental food our moms make. here are the highlights:

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butter toast
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octopus rice
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cookies cake
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pork à la alentejana
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pork steaks with ‘shrooms
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chocolate salami
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palmier
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mom’s marmelade
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mom’s tomato jam
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sweet bean tartelet
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pão d’ul
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P.’s mom meatballs
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pumpkin’s smoked sausage
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galão
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punched potatoes
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limiano cheese
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natas
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broa de mel
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berlin ball (the real ones!)
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codfish burger with açorda
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burger with potatoes
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fancy french pastry
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another french pastry
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strawberry-profiterole pie
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grelos (broccoli rabe)
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butter croissant
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cheese/ham toast
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croissants
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butter toast
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jesuíta
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chocolate croissant
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salmon with chestnuts
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another berlin ball
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pastel de nata
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alheiras
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meia de leite


my stomach is grumbling already!

when i make these lists, i get the feeling people might think we only eat crap… well, it isn’t true. what you see here is a glimpse, a condensed version of the more interesting things me and P eat. the other stuff, the plain omelettes, soups and other very mundane dishes are not that interesting, and are therefore omitted. believe it or not, all in all, we eat quite decently. :)

i’m 28!

“it’s my party
and i’ll cry if i want to
cry if i want to
cry if i want to
you would cry too
if it happened to you!”

this song has been stuck in my head the whole day. it’s the same thing year after year: i only remember it on my birthday! :)

this sounds strange, but i’ve actually been telling people i’m 28 for a whole year already… my brain somehow didn’t get used to 27, and skipped ahead. i didn’t mind. 28 sounded better than 27, the way even numbers always seem to. very chinese, now that i think about it!

anyway, to do something different today, we drove to murska sobota and had gibanica, slovenia’s national cake, disguised as a birthday cake. it’s quite heavy, but i enjoy the mixture of flavours:


and as you can see, i got a drawing tablet from paulo as a bday present, and put it to good use already! :)