I think not.
My mother commented this morning, “Do you think we could have some civilized eating here today?”
“By that do you mean you don’t want Mexican for lunch?” I asked.
One of the most slenderizing aspects of ex-pat life is living without food you love, i.e. American/Mexican/Chinese food. Although we make up with it in the booze department, it is just not the same. We had Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday night because our 2006 Thanksgiving meal was held at a a McDonald’s in Salvador, Bahia while before we headed to the Federal Police to secure our permanent visas (don’t ask). Yuck, yuck, and yuck. Thanksgiving food in the tropics is a) nearly impossible to find and b) frustrating to cook. Turkeys come premarinated in some weird “tempero” (marinade) that takes about a day to soak off. And nothing to puts me in a foul mood quicker than sweating it out wrestling a turkey in 95 degree heat and humidity. Like most of the Brazilian population, we have no air conditioning. Assuming one has lugged, for example, pumpkin pie ingredients into one’s suitcase on a previous food foray, making the crust alone will induce a nervous breakdown for even the most experienced baker. I choose not to rise at 4 a.m. to beat the heat. So I usually skip the food part of this holiday in Brazil, which does not make me much of a pilgrim.
So, not only will we be eating a (civilized) Mexican meal at some point this week, we are scheduling lunch at P.F. Chang’s. Even as I write this, I am slightly concerned I will not fit into my custom-made Carnaval outfit. But I’ll worry about that in a week. To compensate, I’ll forego the Krispy Kremes this visit, Mother.