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In Brazil they call hot dogs cachorro-quentes. In portuguese cachorro is the word for dog. Quente as you may have guessed, is the word for hot. Hot dogs here are really good, and really different from what we eat in the US.
This week Marizete’s brother is visiting with his family and last night his wife Christiani made cachorro-quentes. She let me take some photos for the blog so I could share her recipe. Here it is!
20 hot dogs
5 Roma tomatoes
1 small red onion
5 cloves of garlic
3 cups of your favorite spaghetti sauce sauce
2 tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil
1 cup of water
1 cube of chicken bouillon
1 tablespoon of sugar
1/2 teaspoon of salt (I don’t think you need it, but people tend to like things salty here)
1 can of corn, drained
20 hot dog buns or french bread
1 container of potato sticks (they can usually be found in the chip aisle)
1 squeeze bottle of mayonnaise
Cut your garlic & onion into very small pieces and add to a large pot. Add your oil and salt. Stir everything together and place the pot on your stove top over high heat. Cook for 3 minutes, stirring occasionally. Add your tomatoes and let the pot sit while you cut your hot dogs into half inch slices. The tomatoes will start to break down. Once the pot starts to simmer, add your spaghetti sauce and stir. Add your water, chicken bouillon and sugar. Stir until everything is well mixed together. Add your hot dogs and let the pot sit until they are warmed through. When the hot dogs are warm, remove from the heat and add your corn. Take your bread and fill it with your hot dog mixture. Top it off with mayo & potato sticks. If you can’t find potato sticks, crushed potato chips will also work.
One year ago today I watched you being born and it was one of the best days of my life. Before you were born I wondered what you would be like. I wondered if I would enjoy spending time with you, and what you would look like. While you were still in the womb, your dad, uncle Kent and I gave you nick names like Magic Johnson Thompson. Everyone was excited the first time we felt you kick and move around. As the months went by we were more and more excited to meet you.
The second you were born I fell in love with you. I never knew I could love a little baby so much. You were the happiest baby I had ever met. You hardly ever cried and you were always content. I loved holding you and watching you sleep. Your mom was awesome because she always let us hold you. My favorite was when you were still small enough to fit in the bend of my arm. You would hang out with me and fall asleep there.
I remember how cute you were when you started to laugh, how you would drool before your teeth came in and how when they did start coming you would always stick out your tongue. I remember how exciting it was when you took your first steps. Watching you grow this last year was so much fun. You got so big so fast! I can’t imagine life without you here. I hope as you continue to grow up we will always be best buds. I’m so glad you are part of my family and I love you.
Remember my friend Maiane I mentioned in my post yesterday? Well, this weekend while we were at the roça, we decided to take some pictures of her. Maiane is my sister in laws cousin. She is 6 feet tall and super skinny. Obviously she needs to be a model. All of her family here thinks so, and so do I. We took about 20 photos and almost all of them came out good. She was born for this.
Saturday morning my friend Maiane and I went to the roça to visit her family there (they are related to my brothers wife as well, so I feel like they are my family too). It’s out in the country and it’s not a tourist destination. I don’t think many Americans have ever been. For me going to the roça is like going camping. There is no running water, and that means no bathroom. Everyone has a well of some sort and you use that water to shower etc. The stoves are wood burning, and everyone raises their own livestock. That means the food is extra good. The houses are few and far between and at night you can see every star in the sky. I don’t think I have ever seen the night sky like that. The roça is my favorite place in Brazil to take photos. For some reason the light there is always perfect and the people are always friendly.
My friend Noreen is the best ever. She just wrote the cutest thing about me on her blog. And now it’s my turn to return the favor. I would like to start off by saying that Noreen is HOT. Like she was in an ad for American Apparel hot. Like when you look at her your first reaction is wow that girl must be a stuck up you know what. In fact, that is exactly what I thought the first time I saw her. She was well dressed, beautiful and she just seemed so put together. Obviously I was threatened by all of this and my inner hater started to take over. Then we got to work together and I realized Noreen is the complete opposite. She is humble, compassionate & nice to everyone. Well, that is after she has had her coffee in the morning, but that aside, she is the nicest. Not only that but she loves to remind people why they are special. If you read the post she wrote about me you will see just what I’m talking about. I don’t cry often, but whenever Noreen writes something to me I always tear up. I have never met anyone so generous with their compliments. Even though I have only known Noreen for a short time, when she writes, I feel like she knows everything about me. It means so much to know she understands me.
I was thrilled when Noreen became my roomate and took over my room when I moved to Brazil. At first I was worried about the idea of living with someone else, but having her in my home was so much fun. She is the kind of roommate you wish you had. She helped with my blog, has the best fashion sense, is thoughtful and understanding, fun and easy going. She’s even super smart, wrote her own book and everything. I suggest you read her blog. It’s full of funny stuff and Miley Cyrus. Check it out here!
Here at Marizete & Valters house we drink fresh made juice every day. Passion fruit, guava, pineapple, etc. This recipe is for lime juice, but using the steps below you could probably make any kind of juice. The best part about this recipe is that you don’t have to squeeze any limes and it only takes a few minutes to make.
5 Minute Lime Juice
Yields 4 servings
1 1/2 cups of sugar (you can use more or less)
2 trays of ice
6 cups of water
Cut your lime into 4 quarters. Put your lime and water into a blender. Pulse for a few seconds until your lime is broken into chunky pieces. Do not over blend your lime or your juice will get a bitter flavor. Strain your lime and water mixture thru a strainer into a pitcher. Discard the pieces of lime in the strainer. Take the strained juice and put it back in the blender. Now add your sugar and ice. Blend until everything is well mixed and the ice more like a slurry. Serve immediately.
In Jacobina and other surrounding cities it’s getting close to election day. I don’t really know much about how it works, but I do know that there is a lot of music involved. If you are running for Mayor of the city, you make a song and it is played all over the place. Most people running hire a car to drive around the city and play their song while driving through the neighborhood. These songs are parody’s of popular songs you’ll find on the radio here.
In Jacobina there is a Doctor named Rui running for Mayor. His song is ‘Eu quero Rui’, or ‘I want Rui’, a parody of ‘Quiero Tchu Tchá Tchá’. A song about a sensual dance. Just imagine Obama hiring someone to turn the lyrics from ‘Young, Wild and Free‘ into something like ‘Vote for me’.
Last weekend I went with some of my friends to the city of Juazeiro to celebrate my birthday. On our way home we passed an election party in the street. I got out my iPhone to take some footage for you. It’s not the best, but I hope it gives you an idea of what it’s like.
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As far as I can tell, here in Jacobina, there are no laws for noise. You can play your radio as loud as you want. You can mount giant speakers to the top of your car and drive around the streets with propaganda. If you are selling anything, you can shout it out as you walk along, or if you are driving, you can honk to let people know you are coming. This is not only in the day time, it’s at night too.
The first time I experienced this was on my first trip here a few years ago. You can imagine my excitement when I heard a song playing in the street. I ran outside to find the ice-cream truck, but all I found was a man on a motorcycle selling gas from the side car attached to it. There are a lot of things being sold in the street here, but I have yet to find an ice cream truck.
The other great thing about all of this is that this city is built in the middle of mountains so everything echoes. You can hear noises from several blocks away. The other night we were all in the kitchen and I heard drums. The sound was getting closer so I asked Maiara what it was. She told me that there are a group of young men that practice drumming in the streets here for Carnival in February. I grabbed my camera and ran outside to take some pictures.