Honey, Ginger and Sesame Chicken

Honey, Ginger and Sesame Chicken by My Little Jar of Spices

Have I mentioned how cheap meat is in Brazil? Like, ridiculously, and even almost suspiciously cheap. Suspiciously in the sense of, “am I sure I’m not buying a piece of meat that’s one week old and has been dropped on the floor a couple of times at this price?”. Did I mention it’s also grass-fed, because all cows in Brazil graze happily about in big open pastures? I know, I am living in the dream country of every paleo follower on a budget. To give you an idea, 1 kg of ground beef costs around…wait for it… less than 3€, with this wonderful exchange rate that we’ve been having lately. That’s about 3.8 USD. I know! Protein for everybody! It’s funny how chicken and turkey have almost become pricey sources of protein next to all this super affordable red carne. Or maybe it’s just because I am tempted to leap more often for the super-duper prime steak and have left the everyday old chicken for more boring meals. I take that back, chicken is never old or boring, we love our chicken too.  Continue reading

Veggie Basil Egg Muffins


For the past two days I’ve been travelling in the Minas Gerais region in the Center-South of Brazil as part of the field research for the paper I am writing on the inclusion of Brazilian smallholders in food chains. Minas Gerais is such a lovely region and it was the third time I was there to interview Brazilian milk producers. Aside for making some of the best cheese and coffee in Brazil, it’s also known for having some very very fine meat, so naturally every time I go to there, I have a grilled meat party going on in my plate. My research is soon coming to an end and I will definitely miss these trips to the field. One of my favorite parts of these trips are the long car drives to reach the farms where I get the occasion to study the Brazilian countryside, its agriculture and the people I see on the side of the road. Minas Gerais has these amazing earth roads that look like canvasses of bright red and orange dust, because the soil is so rich in iron and copper. I always feel much more in touch with the country on these trips than when I’m dragging my little foreign self in the monster that is São Paulo.  Continue reading