Chapter 4:. Mindelo | |
A boy begged pitifully at the door of the café. He was ushered off by the waitress who served the two women an unfamiliar corn dish. “Let’s get it, ” Joyce exclaimed. I was full of American fear. Every book reads and every health pamphlet wanrs the travelor to heat hot, freshly prepared foods. They write of all the nasty organisms that will grown inside of local foods. I knew that the fried foods would be safe. I didn’t want to spend my first trip to Cape Verde in the bathroom. “Let’s not.” The cachupa arrived. It was rich man’s Cachupa because it was served
with meat. The meat was a sausage that looked like the Linguica I had
grown up with in New England. I picked through, as Joyce clearly enjoyed
it more than I did. The flavor was effected by my fear it would sicken
me like all non-hotel prepared local foods. Joyce didn’t have that
fear, so she enjoyed it.>>>
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