O calmo outubro revelou-se letárgico. Esta condição de dormência latente – não menos inspiradora – permitiu saborear o tempo, com tempo. Vivê-lo, senti-lo, transcendê-lo. Viajamos por Portugal continental e insular, numa rota que se suspeitava morosa e cativante. Assim foi.
September progressed in a fun and impactful way at O Paparico. From Salty Cuisine to Pastries, the notion of time faded with the involvement between what was tasted and the wording of what the mouth was perceiving as it discovered flavours that held as much of a feeling of home as they did of the unexpected.
In this cadence between the necessary, the desirable and the art, we go beyond the basic function of food, we awaken sensations and memories and we perpetuate moments and feelings.
It is in gastronomy that we find our most human side, each gastronomic moment is an act of love, faith and sharing. Here we take man as a whole, we touch his heart, his mind and all his senses.
May showed itself to be noble and with personality. It graced us with dishes that solemnised spring and announced the arrival of summer. Seductive, it took on vibrant colours and it was in this frenetic rhythm that brought us back to a happy past.
From Minho, we rescue its essence, from Portuguese literature the recipes, and from the lands of North Africa the condiments.
