feijoada. it's a wonderful sounding word, really. and, as long as you don't mind doing three years' damage to your arteries in one sitting, it's a wonderful meal. made with black beans, 800 pounds of meat and very little else, it's apparently considered the national dish of brazil. every cook has his or her own recipe.
obviously, team brazil won again today, advancing on their seemingly inexorable run towards the cup final. unfortunately, events for brazilians in germany may be considerably happier than those for brazilians at home.
given the well-documented problems the nation faces, it's amazing that they manage to keep their sense of humour.
(ok, this is totally cheating. it's a repeat cuisine again and this time i didn't have to, because there was a winner today who i've not featured. however, if you know anything about my life, you will appreciate that i will not be cooking any french food, drinking any french wine, or even saying the word "france" out loud in my home. if not, think about it, and you'll probably figure it out.)