What a beautiful, lyrical, strange, sad, piercingly funny experience this book is.
A week since I turned the last page, and I can’t stop thinking about it.
A love story, biting satire, melancholy musings on faith, loyalty, and the meaning of life. It’s all there. And a master writer like José Saramago makes it work. Hauntingly so. Go ahead, read it.
It’s all about Portugal right now. Winning Euro 2016, and now they are the country that jump-starts my reading adventures. It’s an embarrassment of riches, really…
So happy to be back! I’ve never really made up for lost ground in terms of cooking, and I’ve added a whole other layer here with Historical recipes (up next, an Elizabethan-era chicken dish), but whatever. Do you care? I don’t. Life is busy, this is all in fun, so let’s do what we do and not worry about the pace.
I’d very much like to visit Portugal. So, until then, I’ll get to know it a little bit better via words and food. And Vino Verde. Viva! Saúde!
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