Sure, I had tried Mortadela (the “light” version, from a package). Sure, I had a sandwich at the Mercado. Yes, buddy and fellow blogger Ray had specifically recommended the MORTADELA sandwich at the MERCADO. Sure, I scribbled it down on my list of “to do’s.”
What I didn’t realize is that my life in Sao Paulo had been missing that one fabulous taste sensation that only comes from eating a traditional, hot, Mortadela sandwich with cheese. Holy heck!
Today, day 223, we shopped at the Mercado Municipal for the ingredients to make some Mexican food for tomorrow, day 224 (look for the challenge of making Mexican food in Brazil via next post). My husband suggested that we partake in this Sao Paulo culinary tradition and I agreed. Unlike last time, we didn’t brave the second floor restaurant crowds, but instead got lucky enough to grab a table in the belly of the beast.
I’m not even really a big meat lover (Brazilian blashmephy!), but there is something about those pink, processed slices that changes the game. What can I say? A warm Mortadela and cheese sandwich with a Brazilian beer makes a Saturday delicious. What’s funny, is that Ray also mentioned that we would hear the sound of American patrons as we sat and munched – and we did! I had never noticed another English speaking person in the place during prior visits. Must be the Mortadela…
Regardless, here is the aftermath of the Mortadela sandwich experience. Don’t judge. (Ugh. It makes me a little nauseous to look at, but then I remember how delicious it was…)
But the madness doesn’t end there. We ended our high-cal meal with another reader suggestion – a brigadeiro pastel.
Ok, I don’t even really like brigadeiro either, but in the pastel form, I must say it is devilishly delicious. Thanks Anna for the recommendation!