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A rice that was actually lebanese

Just as if I were a devoted to the art of cannibalism, maybe my own personal pleasure wouldn’t be enough to justify all the slaughter. I like grilled chicken a lot. But I also like being alive. And I imagine the others do as well.

But I like potatoes a lot tough. And bread. And rice. And lentils. But I like better rice. And rice with lentils. Which, after all, is also a traditional dish in Lebanon.

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Giant beans, chestnuts and stuff with rice

Now, just cut the bullsh*t and go get your beans and green stuff and you’ll see you’ll be saving some cash. Try just replacing some of your big meals or even try it for a week. You’ll see I’m right. If you lack on free time, or if you’re just a lazy motherf*cker, do it like me – cook one or two big pots of stew or something that last you for a week. There is nothing I like to cook better than big pots. At our place, we love stews, cury, casseroles and stuff like that. And rice. Lots of rice. Specially Joana.

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Not the Captain’s Crispy Fingers

I remember when I use to think that fish fingers were produced inside the Captain’s ship. I always wanted to meet him. Sometimes I use to thik that I would like to go “upnorth” to join him in the boat. Upnorth, because when you’re a citizen of the Reign of Culatra Island, well, everything is upnorth. And a fella like this, he had to be from the north, as it for me everything beyond the National Road 125 was north.

Before I use to find it odd how could the Captain be different every time. Now, what I find really odd, is that how can a fully bearded sailor man be sailing with children since 1985 and never had problems with the justice. Aye Captain.

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