Monte dos Amigos

Pangasius on the hill of friends…

I get upset when people do not believe I can cook. What the heck…?? What kind of face does it take to make people believe we can cook? My mother said one day “Zé, I’ll teach you how to cook, we never know if one day you get alone without a woman to hold you.” It is the case! And since I cannot afford to eat out every day, I cook for myself. And I do delights from another world. I do. Period! But in this post I just wanted to talk about “Monte dos Amigos”[1]

I love Alentejo. Good wine, good people, good environment. “Monte dos Amigos” is a super nice wine from Alentejo which convinced me. Such as the “hills”[2], Alentejo version of housing or rural tourism, did because it has long been my favorite option for holidays.

The fish? Known in Portugal as catfish, in Angola, where I met it, as Pangasius. It is a fish considered food for poors in Portugal. But I can not resist to the taste of the said whose. I do not know how to explain. Just like when I like a woman, I do not know (nor do I want to) explain. I’m just for to be delighted…

Spaghetti or “esparguete”[3] is just the same, as anywhere in the world (here in this picture only cooked in salt and water). Now, what I do not reveal is the “mistela”[4] next to the spaghetti and the catfish. Simply divine…

I get upset when people do not believe I can cook…

Monte dos Amigos
  1. Freely translated, hill of friends.
  2. The word in Portuguese is “monte” and is the first word of the designation of many official lodging spaces in Alentejo. Eg: Monte das Pedras Negras.
  3. Portuguese translation for spaghetti.
  4. Portuguese slang for mixture.

Porto, European Best Destination 2017

No comments…

Promotional video for European Best Destination 2017 contest.

Portugal Second

Just teasing. No political intentions from my side, at all…

After Netherlands, other European countries are competing for the second place in the World. America is always first. Who’s gonna be the second?

Mr. Trump, America First? Portugal Second (uncomplete video-clip).
Subtitles in Portuguese.
Original photo fom Zé Barbosa’s gallery.

Le Pen(ism)

Guys, left-wing fascism? Come on, get out of here…

Fascism, one of the famous 4 isms (communism, socialism, capitalism and fascism) is right there, right-wing. Sometimes extreme…

Marine Le Pen? Fascist. And the French, these vain ones of central Europe, love it. Yes, those shitties who are always divided between southern, central and northern Europe. They are divided because they never know how to position themselves. “Franciú”[1] is a dangerous thing, you never know which side they wake up to…

Fascism, that’s right, exactly what these snobs humbled by a simpleton Éder (Portuguese footballer), will experience with the advance of this excrement of the Le Pen dynasty…

Allez enfants de la patrie…

  1. Portuguese depreciating designation of French people.

I’m sad…

And when it’s like so, I give myself one of the most fabulous drinks in the world. The very much English Gin Tonic[1]. After all, from the islands of his majesty there are other good things besides rock…

A toast to good and bad friends who can not resist to this temptation. With Schweppes, of course …

Gin Tonic

Guess where…

The challenge? Guess where. Where was this picture taken?

Lobster, tiger-shrimp and fish. The wine? A Portuguese “rosé”. The word “rosé” means not red, nor white. A color pretty much close to pink. One of the four colors of wine: red, white, “rosé” and green. Yes, green (Vinho Verde). A very much specific Portuguese wine, “verde” in the original language.

Mateus (wine)” is a best-seller of Portuguese wines. It’s in the world market since ever. A powerful marketing operation decades ago has spread all over a wine which is seen beyond borders as one of the best wines from Portugal. It is not, definitely. It is maybe a medium-low quality one. If we are talking about real wine. However, if we are talking about a mild beverage with contours of wine, then it is a good liquid to kill thirst. And here, in the place where this picture was taken, it’s the only one they know. No wonder, alcohol is not very much welcome in this land. Nor beef…

Where is this?

A meal in Chennai

A bath of solitude

The world does not care about truth. The truth is one per each mind in world. The reality is relative to every eye which sees it. The eyes deceive. The mind takes deception depending on convenience. Convenience rules…

Love is such an easy old thing. Love is what you want it to be. Love is no more no less than anything else. Love is not you and her. Love is not you and him. Love is just love. If there is love. Sometimes not. Sometimes yes. Love is fire which burns you and you don’t have any idea of how, why and what for.

You and you. You with you. You for you. You from you. You by you. You through you. You and only you. You and nobody else. You sad. You happy. You yesterday. You today. You when? You and don’t know else. You tomorrow…

Here. There. At home. Or not. Far away. Close. In the neighborhood. Or maybe not. Thinking for yourself. Talking to yourself. Imagining. Guessing. Smiling. Laughing. Crying… Looking at nowhere. Nobody. Her. But she’s not there…

Women and Humor

Humor is not a feminine attribute.

I mean, good humor. Because bad, yes, women master it. That’s why I so much appreciate the opposite sex (or gender, if you prefer). It is so captivating to tease a being that in just one day varies so much its humor, being that the predominant is the bad one…

I’m a sexist …