I’ve always subscribed to the philosophy (meaning you should too) that you can usually trust a national dish. Yes, there is the occasional outlier, and that outlier is usually near some ice caps and involves a kind of fermented dead fish. Regardless, 9 times out of 10 if it’s sold on every street corner in the country, it’s probably gonna be delicious. I mean, if an entire nation of millions upon millions of people willingly eats it several times a day…how could they be wrong?
Granted, those kinds of specialties are usually street food, meaning at least half of the times those lovable citizens hop on down to their local corrugated sheet metal and asbestos food cart they’re probably blind drunk. But I maintain my stance, damnit: if you want to eat well, eat with the locals. Bring me your tired, your hungry, and your stumbling/slurring/trying to convince a taxi driver that true love is real and I totally won’t throw up in your refurbished Cadillac masses, and I’ll take you to a plate-full of something delicious.
Luckily, one of Brazil’s staples is decidedly un-disgusting: the Caipirinha. Limes, sugar, and a nearly unpronounceable white rum. It’s simple, it’s strong, and it’s completely devoid of fermented fish.
I dare you to improve on it.
Here’s what you need:
– 2 ½ oz Cachaça (see, I told you it was unpronounceable)
– 2 ½ teaspoons sugar
– Half a lime, cut into quarters
Here’s what you do:
First, put the limes and the sugar in the bottom of a shaker, and muddle them until the sugar’s mostly dissolved.
Pour in the rum, add ice, and give it a good shake. Remember, you want to make sure you don’t get a grainy drink, so really shake the shit out of it.
Strain into a rocks glass, add some rocks, and fish the lime pieces out of your shaker and add those too.
All that’s left is to drink it up, along with some beats from One Self. Check out Bluebird:
As crazy as some of those aforementioned delicacies can be, most of them are pretty much a no-brainer. If it’s food, it’s probably gonna be something fried, grilled, or stuffed with something fried or grilled. And if it’s a drink, you’ll probably be ok as long as it doesn’t come from a bottle with a dead cobra in it. Hell, if you come across some of the cobra stuff, give it a try anyway. 300,000,000 can’t be wrong.
See you next time.