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Sausages, hot dogs and hail seitan

In Culatra Island Festivities there’s a bazaar.
Every year, on the first weekend of August, we have the Culatra Island Festivities in honor to the sailors patron saint. Amonst other tradicional games and attractions, there’s the bazaar. Nothing is sold at the bazaar. Well, something is solt – lottery. Yes, I also don’t undersant why is it called a bazaar, but it is what it is.
The bazaar is a wooden shed where some funny rolled pieces of colored paper are sold. Some pieces of paper have numbers on it that correspond to different items, from hair elastic bands and bottles of wine to the most bizarre things someone remembered to donate to the church.
There was one time I won a can of sausages and a bottle of mustard. According to my memory, on that afternoon was the first time I ever tried a hot dog.

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Soy Milk

On my way to school I would feel my belly bloated, I would feel sick and nauseated. I would make weird noises with my nose, like trying to relieve some pressure through the nose. I don’t know how to explain this and don’t even why, but I would feel a bit relieved by doing that. Even nowadays I would do the same.
“Those weird noises again? What now?” – Mom would scold me. Because this was not a single or sporadic episode, no, this struggle would repeat nearly every day.
Mom used to think that my morning sickness was dued to nervousness for going to school. And so did I, but I could never understand why. I actually used to enjoy going to school.
While growing I started hating having breakfast.
It was not until I was 17 or 18 when I realized that the problem was not the breakfast, but what I would have for breakfast.
I was asthmatic for many years and I was submited to a gazillion allergy tests, from cutaneous to blood testing. As far as I know, I don’t have allergies to any food, medicine or animal. The only allergy I’ve always had is to house dust mites. But the truth is that I found out that it was the milk that was ruining my mornings.
I can say I have lactose intolerance… or maybe I’m just not a calf.

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Black Bean Soup

My favorite soups have always been rubble soups. I don’t know if this even makes any sense in english, but a rubble soup in portuguese is that kind of chunky soup you make with everything you have at home. Anyways, when I was a kid, I remember that I would only eat pureed soups. Even that tiny bit of spinach would ruin my meal. But what kid likes soup anyways? In fact, the only thing I recall enjoying when I was a child was a nice ice cream, a cake, a chocolate, a soda, no real food at all.
Since I really started enjoying food, my favorite soups have always been the rubble ones. Everything in the pot, complete chaos – meat, beans, sausage, cabbage, potato, turnip, pumpkin, everything you could possibly have in your fridge.

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Supercookies

What should you eat before training?
The logic answer should be – food. Yes, food. If you have bananas at home, why should you be eating that store bought energy bar? It is most likely loaded with highly processed products. It is true that energy bars and cookies, such asThe Complete Cookie are very tasty and can be very handy. I also like the flavor, but that’s not the point. It is just much healthier to eat bananas and peanut butter, for example. In very rare cases, eating processed food will be healthier than eating whole food.

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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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