some of my dad’s cousin’s had us over for dinner and it was really great to eat a home cooked meal in portugal again. when my grandparents were still alive we’d eat at home every night, i definitely miss my grandma’s cooking so it was amazing to get this close.
they prepared rabbit (the same way my grandma used to), with fries and a salad. i’m pretty sure the rabbit was from one of their (or a neighbor’s farm) and had been killed that day, it was incredible. the heads were the only thing freaking us out (my grandma used to spare us and leave them out,) and my cousin’s diplomatically divvied their favorite organs amongst themselves.