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I guess being an adult means making your own Get-well or feel-better soup (let's add it to the extensive list, shall we?).


Of course, I got sick during the busiest week of the year. I knew I had to use the little energy I had very intentionally. I would need half of it to walk my dog Charlie, and the other half to cook something comforting because being the picky person that I am, I wasn't craving anything from take-out.


So I decided to cook Molly Baz's Get-well soup from her book 'Cook this book'. I had all the ingredients already; chicken, rice, garlic, ginger, and some finishing toppings.


Although the brightness from the lime juice and the sharpness of the ginger was not what I was used to, I was surprised to find how well it worked without being overwhelming. Plus, something about the beautiful golden color seemed to assure me, as if I was consuming something quite valuable and beneficial.


Isn’t it interesting that so many cultures have the broth and carb combo as a healing cure? We see this in juk, congee, chicken noodle soup, and the list goes on. Nothing makes being sick worthwhile, but at least we know these bowls of broth + carbs will keep us company to get through the day.





meat and fish platter, Caldo verde (green soup), and a shot from 'Bartenders Only' bottle



“So what’s in your Francesinha sauce?”


I asked the bartender when he said the most important part of Francesinha is the sauce.

He pointed to one of the bottles on the wall and said, “This.”


Then he went on to, “This, this, this, this, and this.”


This was our second time visiting Casa Paraiso during our stay in Porto, which happens never when we know our stay is limited to a few days. We found this restaurant on our day of arrival when we left our Airbnb with hungry stomachs and a sense of relief knowing we wouldn’t have to wait until 8:30 pm to eat dinner(we’ve been in Spain for the past 40-something days).


We carefully studied the menu posted outside, printed on a simple white paper. In it was a menu without any embellishment or unnecessary fluff; the name of the menu, next to it the price for the half portion, and the full. What’s a half portion? I asked my husband, but how would he know anyway? Turns out, the half portion is not half portion at all(at least for me). Half portion is for one really hungry person that's determined to max out, or two decently hungry people, or maybe an appetizer for three.


It’s not just the generous portion that brought us back here, but the warmth, the welcoming that's present but not obvious to tell, and the familiarity you wouldn’t have thought to find in a city you’ve just arrived in.


Funny enough, we never had the chance to eat Francesinha while we were in Portugal.





📍 Restaurant Info:

Casa Paraiso 2 or Churrasqueira Paraiso

Rua do Paraíso 250, 4000-234

Porto, Portugal

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