Food is not just a matter of "comidas" in Portugal.
It is a series of memories. A simple rhythm of meals to give structure to the days.
Cheese and bread. For breakfasts, keep it simple. Milk from a cow just down the road.
Taste gets slightly more complex. No funny sauces, just simple pan drippings evolving into a thin gravy.
Leftovers get combined into fried goodies.
Here are some Pasteis de Bacalhau to get you started.
It is a series of memories. A simple rhythm of meals to give structure to the days.
Cheese and bread. For breakfasts, keep it simple. Milk from a cow just down the road.
Taste gets slightly more complex. No funny sauces, just simple pan drippings evolving into a thin gravy.
Leftovers get combined into fried goodies.
Here are some Pasteis de Bacalhau to get you started.
I love that in this picture, there is a glass of white wine and a dipping sauce. Like something you'd see in a restaurant. I've only ever seen them next to my mother's stove, landing on a paper towel. Few survivors would make it to the table or even the fridge.
No dipping sauce ever required.
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