What makes you fat? What is your gastronomic addiction? I don’t know who asked me that these days and then I kept thinking and thinking and thinking and nothing, NOTHING, nothing really came to mind. There’s not one thing I eat every day, you know? Or that special thing that we eat as if it would cure all ills within us. Or that stuff that fills your mouth and you practically don’t want to swallow with pleasure, because you know that if you swallow it will pass in a few minutes. I could tell you that my biggest gastronomic addiction is the novelty. I don’t know if this is vague or superficial, but it is what happens. If I discover something new, I can’t stop eating until I’m full, like music, you know? I’m the same with new music or a new album from a band I like. I listen non-stop, 4 times a day, 7, 8, 9, times a day, every day of the week, until I can no longer hear it in a year. There, I’m tired! Then I move on to another. I’m the same with food. Last week it was the milk sweet, this is being the Brigadeiro de jambu. Have you ever eaten jambu brigadeiro? In truth, it is not jambu. I learned from Bombom how to read labels and this is composed of: condensed milk, whole milk, cocoa powder and jambu cachaça. That is, it is not jambu, but the marketing is good, it made me buy the naughty one. And he is good. In fact, he is great! There is that taste of alcohol in the fundinho that only good dessert has. It is neither too strong nor too sweet. The consistency? Ahhhhh nothing better than someone who knows what he is doing. Despite being softer than a normal mother’s brigadeiro, after all it comes in a little bowl to eat with a spoon, yet it has the consistency of a brigadeiro. That texture that fills your mouth, sticks lightly to the last tooth and you spend a good fifteen minutes with that flavor at the end of your mouth. How I love food that sticks to the tooth. You prude may be thinking that phrase is the most disgusting thing in the world, but for those who truly love food, you know what I’m talking about. It is the attractive force that the world exerts on that delicious candy and your tooth, and the fifteen minutes that no one can talk to you. Fifteen of those are yours! Nobody takes you off and no one knows how happy you are with it. It is out of control.
Well, back to addiction. When I find one of these products, these new things, opening the jar or taking it out of the package is almost like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. The smell that turns flavor at the bottom of your mouth at the very moment you open that wonder of the Gods is something you will never forget. And after that it is uncontrollable. I can’t go 1 hour without going back to the pot and stealing another spoonful. Steal, that’s the word. You don’t go to the brigadier pot as if you were going to get an apple, you sneak up to go to the pot, you even hide from yourself. It is a pagan, sinful, evil thing and that is why it is addiction, that is why it is theft and that is why it is much tastier!
Ahhh, jars of candy, you make me feel alive!
And this week the brigadier of jambu made me feel that way. Is that you? What food / candy are you addicted to?
Text posted on December 18, 2013 in I Could Kill For Dessert. The column I already put on weight for less joi transferred to this blog.
PHOTO: David LaChapelle