A casa das sete mulheres by Leticia Wierzchowski

Might as well ask them to try a peanut butter sandwich! I had to import ice trays from the States because my ex didn't have any and I couldn't find adequate ones in the grocery! In the tropics, you can never have too much ice. The very idea of 'iced tea' (without milk, but lemon instead) is repugnant to most English folks. Later, I was told that English people would feel that they were getting ripped off if they had ice in their glass. If I asked for some ice, I'd get my glass back with a whopping two cubes! I imagined that ice must be valuable and they were keeping it in a safe in the back. It used to annoy me to no end when I'd ask for a coke in a pub and would get a glass with no ice in it. Which brings me to a cultural observation about England. Here, with the ambient indoor temperature being 10-20 degrees Fahrenheit hotter, that's not a good strategy! Then wrap the bowl in a tea towel with the ice cream inside, and, hope for the best! The kids were used to having some ice cream, then leaving it for a bit while they watch tv or do something else and come back to it. I put the bowl in the freezer beforehand. I do have a trick to compensate somewhat. very quickly! Elsewise, the ice cream soon melts into sweet milk and you need a straw rather than a spoon to consume it. When they were younger and would come down for the summer to visit, I had to train them on how to eat ice cream in the tropics- basically.

I live without air-conditioning for various reasons, among which are high cost of electricity and not wanting to become dependent upon a/c when the whole point of being here is to be outside. I wonder if that is what you refer to as green plantain? The differences in the food terminology across the islands sometimes astounds me!) (And, while we're on the subject, we never put ripe plantain in the fridge, although we tend to refrigerate green banana. It was only reading your post that I realised that this was a cultural hangover. When I found out more about bread bins, I thought it was a thing upper middle class white people had. It took me a long time to realise that it was strange for us to keep our potatoes and bread in the fridge.

A casa das sete mulheres by Leticia Wierzchowski