In my drunken' haze of exhaustion the other night, I realized that I had inadvertently made a top ten list about Brazil. Do not question my ways. So in keeping with my own genius-idea-I-didn't-even-know-I-had, I will just go down the list.
I did not take nearly enough pictures of the food, as I was way too busy stuffing my face. But here are a few:
A caja fruit. This is the fruit of a cashew nut (one single nut is inside that stem - no wonder they are expensive). This tastes kind of like a cross between a peach and a tomato.
I could seriously live off of the fruit there. Look at the size of that mango? It's like a tiny child. And those limes are actually their version of a lemon. Don't ask, I don't get it either. All I know is for the love of all that's good, do not call that a lime. I ate about 14 of those giant tangerines per day. I'm now nursing 14 mouth sores. Totally worth it.
The kids loved the food. They pretty much ate most everything that was put in front of them. Especially when what was put in front of them were Brazilian donuts.
Chocolate pizza. Enough said.
The kids cracking macadamia nuts with a rock and eating the delicious flesh:
Andy will try anything in a foreign country. (However, I am still trying to get him to eat a vegetable in the States. Go figure.) If it involves a crowd of natives gathered around him in eager anticipation, he's all in.
And now I'm hungry. Again.