On My Plate: Brazil
We’ve already caused countless fits of jealousy and envy by posting gorgeous views and fancy hotel rooms. Now, we offer a disclaimer: don’t read before lunch. Here we begin a series to share some of our favourite meals, every Friday.
Where: A roadside restaurant in Brazil’s Pantanal region (think Florida Everglades meets Australian outback).
What: Piranha soup. No joke. There’s something about eating something that would very happily eat you that feels a little surreal. Especially when it’s got sharper teeth than a candidate in a presidential debate. In truth, I don’t recall much fish flavour, but the tomatoey broth was out of this world. Suffice it to say, it’s a meal I’ll not forget.
Charlie Scott eats faster than a pack of hyenas thanks to his boarding school education. No wonder this piranha didn’t stand a chance.