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I have been away from Dionisolia for such a long time that I felt I needed a really good reason to come back and write. I have tried so many new and cool restaurants lately that maybe I could write about that... or about trying my hand (and failing miserably) at puddings. But no... Instead I will let you know about the boxed lunch.
I've heard so much about gaining credibility and yet life and close ones don't cease to amaze me. No matter how much I know, it will always be Emily Post's etiquette book that will prevail with the right gift to bring to a friend in mourning. It always be my brother that will ascertain that Quid pro quod can be correctly used as misundersatnding in the Portuguese language. Even if they say the exact same thing I had already said. Maybe my role is just to be the last one to be served the wine.
I just realized that having necklaces in my heart is like Paul Simon's Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
Today's post is not directly related with food, but with the sweet feeling that invaded me as we were driving outside Lisbon this morning. We got it in our minds that we should go to Sintra but then somehow we missed the entrance (or could it be the exit?) and eventually found ourselves driving through Colares. You know Colares has that air around it that you can never really describe as someone who is unattainable and to whom you can never find the nerve to speak to... It's like Carmen Dolores who, some years ago, in a radio interview said that she had never got any parts to play a peasant and that made her really sad, but everyone said she seemed to have such an air about her that it would never really work; she could never be credible in such a role. Colares is like that, only it is a place. And then, as if to fight that feeling, there's a saying at the very exit 'Leve Colares no coração' which is something like 'Take Colares in your heart', which I find really sweet. Then we translated it wholy and got 'Take necklaces in your heart' which I thought was even better. And then R. surpassed himself with 'Light necklaces in your heart' which of course is really poetic even if not the best of translations. We then progressed to discuss the virtues of the word 'leve' which is exactly as it should be. A word which is what it describes. I remembered having read this which I thought was a post that really put a smile on my lips, for hours after I read it.
I first read about this in my favourite 'Martha Stewart Weddings' in which it was suggested that a butter cookie be placed over a cup of coffee while the bride and groom danced away after the main meal. We, in turn, decided to try it with the wonderful big cookies that my brother kindly had brought us from Holland placed over a cup of simmering indian tea while we talked the night away after a dinner with good friends. These big cookies have a cinnamon twist and a wonderful caramel filling. They are good, however they go from good to great if you leave them for a few minutes over a cup of simmering tea because they get infused with the aroma and the filling becomes gooey in a way that is hard to stop us from eating one after the other.
I know how many of you must be thinking already 'Here she goes again with yet another post about a restaurant she went to, didn't like and is going to complain about...'. If you are one of those you are, in a word, wrong!