My mother introduces me like this, every time I go to eat at someone I know: “Don’t notice, it’s really fresh”. I’m already used to it. You know that annoying person who keeps picking up onions, peppers and other little things and putting them aside on the plate during a meal? I’m not proud to say this, but it’s the truth and everyone who lives with me has been angry about it at some point.
The problem wouldn’t be so bad if I just stuck with it, but the list of things I turn my face to is long. I’ll just drop the bombshell: I don’t like chocolate and I turn my nose to 99% of sweets. The exception is the brigadier, of course. After all, it’s a sin to go to a children’s party and not enjoy this wonder of the gods. And among so many problems, one always appears – I’m one of those people who goes to the coast and doesn’t eat seafood, including fish. Pleasure I.
It makes you want to cry when the dish arrives and it comes with fish. No matter how beautiful the presentation is. It does not give!
There’s a joke among my friends that when it comes to choosing which caipirinha we’re going to drink, no one even needs to ask me. It will always be lemon, as I can do without any other more modern fruit. My restrictions are so great that I think I’m past childish taste. Naty even wrote about the topic here on the blog and I laughed a little while thinking: you know nothing, innocent!
No matter how difficult it is on the palate, if you add one portion to another, a meal is created. Mutton with rice and banana, in São Luis
I’m already used to separating food in the corner of the plate and ordering a different portion from the rest of the group, even if it costs me more when it comes to splitting the bill. What’s really a problem is when I’m traveling and the options become even slimmer. Especially if the trip is along the coast, after all, besides everything, I also don’t eat anything that comes from the sea. Or, as I say, nothing that goes glub-glub. It’s time to eat and I’m already thinking: What now, José?
Let’s face it, seafood is not something you can separate on your plate and leave in a pile. The smell and taste of shrimp, for example, remain embedded in everything it touches for a long time. And when you don’t like something, you can feel it from a mile away. At the supermarket, this is the part I usually ignore and rush past. Along with Japanese restaurants.
Anything goes when looking for seafood-free dishes. In the photo, a delicious risotto with meat. Chef Bruno Schmatz’s dish
On the beach, I’m the queen of coalho cheese. At these times I am grateful for being born in Minas Gerais. And it’s always more economical than buying a portion of shrimp. Take that!
But what about when you don’t have cheese, steak, chicken, eggs or mom to make a special dish just for you? The alternative, if you don’t have anything without seafood on the menu, is to put together a dish and see what happens. This is also a solution for vegetarians, vegans and those with other dietary restrictions. It’s far from ideal, but it’s what we have to satisfy our hunger.
During my trip to Rota das Emoções, I spent nine days traveling through the northeast and, in most restaurants, there was always an option that included chicken, beef steak or, as a last resort, a good old fried egg. It’s worth appealing and acting like a cat in boots and, like me, saying that you have an allergy.
Chef Bruno Schmatz, from the Siará restaurant, in Jericoacoara, made a point of preparing special dishes for our group, which, besides me, also had two people who didn’t eat shrimp and other seafood. But in other places, with the menu much more restricted, I had to settle for a fried egg. In another, rice, beans, fries and salad. But that’s it, as time passes, we get used to it and learn that everything is fine. We adapt.
Talking about my troubles in the northeast, Naty said that in her group on the trip to Alter do Chão, there was also someone who didn’t eat seafood. The alternative was to go out looking for places that sold something that the person could eat, even if the group was eating separately.
Alternative for all tastes. Delicious fish and meat in Madeira sauce. Pleasing Greeks and Trojans
The conclusion I can reach, my dear friend, is that if you are one of those people who eat everything, who isn’t like me, who goes to the coast and doesn’t eat seafood, CONGRATULATIONS! But if you are one of those who stick with me, then you must already be used to adapting, looking for the first sign of a friendly dish or are simply already operating in DO NOT DISTURB mode. In my case, after I turned 30, I let go of any shame and assumed my role as someone with an exclusive palate. And if anyone sees my mother out there, tell them that I’m not fresh, I’m just different.
