All About the Food
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Also unfortunately, my food journey started where most do - on the plane. As most of you know, Ceri and I are pescatarians – we are vegetarians who eat dairy and fish (also called vegaquariums by some silly people). As most of you probably don’t know, no matter what we choose from the myriad options on the "special meals" list on a plane, which includes such bizarre terms as "Vegetarian (lacto-ovo)", “Vegetarian (pure)” and “Hindu vegetarian“ – we always end up with the same meal. Invariably we receive a bland, tasteless curry with bland boiled vegetables on the side and fruit for dessert. This is regardless of whether or not one of the main options they are serving would be fine for us. When I’m nibbling on my boiled vegetables and I hear the stewardess ask my neighbour if he’d like gnocchi with four cheese sauce, a warm roll, and a brownie, I just want to shout out “I can eat that, give me that!” But no, no matter what we choose from that long list, we are punished with an uber-healthy meal that serves numerous dietary restrictions.
Thankfully, I couldn’t have been more wrong. We discovered that we never quite knew what this choice would bring. In Rio, it was delicious on-the-bone thick steaks with beans and rice and a thick polenta-like accompaniment. This was of course enhanced by the obligatory giant bottle of hot sauce. The barman handed us a liter bottle consisting of hundreds of small chilli peppers that looked like they’d been added into the bottle of oil over generations. Dad, I think this bottle could even compete alongside your collection of Dave’s Insanity sauces.
The fruity, spicy, seafood cuisine of Brazil has been amazing. However, I’m a little worried for what us pescatarians may face next, as guidebook states, “The cuisine of Argentina can be summed up in one word: beef.”