... I say "fay-hwa-dah"... let's call the whole thing off...Hmm. This mildly-unpronouncable Brazilian delicacy was the dish my winsome, sweet-and-warm-and-winsome dining companion ordered and sort-of enjoyed at the excellently-gleaming Neal's Yard Salad Bar, with its bright pastel walls, veggie-friendly pages'n'pages of food, and do-able, down-able wines...
Still can't quite understand the virulent reluctance to accept cards, nor the longeurs sat through before we finally convinced them to bring along a mere bottle of still water, but, er, still...
All Googling attempts to look up said feijoada have only shown up concoctions which look very, very, oh-so-very little like the pork-chop-a-like, hefty hunk of something I dimly recall being plonked on a plate...
And presumably without meat... Of any kind. Even the unexpected stuff like, I dunno, cat, or badger, or weasel...
All feijoada-related anecdotes, gratefully accepted.
Or, if that seems too much of a troubling task to meet, here's what you could have won earlier...
Yum.
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