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March 26, 2017

Hudson, MA. January, 2010


One of the great things about living in the Bay State is the wide range of ethnic neighborhoods to be found from Boston outwards. A recent discovery: the Portuguese community in Hudson. Hailing not only from Portugal but also from Brazil and the Azores, the welcoming folks in this small town serve up their culture, their cuisine, their language to anyone who wants to appreciate them. Like me. So when some colleagues offered a lunch to mark my leaving “the corporation,” I suggested a Brazilian buffet nearby. Heidi and Stan seemed game, so off we went. It was simple and satisfying: fried plantains, saucy beans, savory rice dishes, unidentifiable meat stews. But best of all may have been our stop at Silva’s Bakery on the same block where we purchased some amazing rolls (crusty outside, moist crumb inside) and a dazzling assortment of pastéis with fillings that included bean, orange, almond and the flaky, black-topped, egg-rich-custard delight we’d loved so much in Lisbon, the pastel de nata. (As you can see, I bought two of those.) Good thing I snapped this photo relatively quickly, because these beauties disappeared very soon afterwards.

March 26, 2011

Hudson, MA. January, 2010


One of the great things about living in the Bay State is the wide range of ethnic neighborhoods to be found from Boston outwards. A recent discovery: the Portuguese community in Hudson. Hailing not only from Portugal but also from Brazil and the Azores, the welcoming folks in this small town serve up their culture, their cuisine, their language to anyone who wants to appreciate them. Like me. So when some colleagues offered a lunch to mark my leaving “the corporation,” I suggested a Brazilian buffet nearby. Heidi and Stan seemed game, so off we went. It was simple and satisfying: fried plantains, saucy beans, savory rice dishes, unidentifiable meat stews. But best of all may have been our stop at Silva’s Bakery on the same block where we purchased some amazing rolls (crusty outside, moist crumb inside) and a dazzling assortment of pastéis with fillings that included bean, orange, almond and the flaky, black-topped, egg-rich-custard delight we’d loved so much in Lisbon, the pastel de nata. (As you can see, I bought two of those.) Good thing I snapped this photo relatively quickly, because these beauties disappeared very soon afterwards.

October 9, 2013

Boston. 1983


I’m guessing at both the date and location for this photo. But, given the content, I think it’s got to be Boston. What is schrod anyway? I love fish, almost always order it in a restaurant (even since I was a kid) and now enjoy it just about every weekend with Jay in Gloucester. People have, over the years, told me schrod is a baby cod or a baby haddock, is a species all its own, is the name that restaurants and fishmongers give to whatever unidentifiable fish they happened to have on hand that day. Can any (or all) of these be true?

October 9, 2019

Boston. 1983


I’m guessing at both the date and location for this photo. But, given the content, I think it’s got to be Boston. What is schrod anyway? I love fish, almost always order it in a restaurant (even since I was a kid) and now enjoy it just about every weekend with Jay in Gloucester. People have, over the years, told me schrod is a baby cod or a baby haddock, is a species all its own, is the name that restaurants and fishmongers give to whatever unidentifiable fish they happened to have on hand that day. Can any (or all) of these be true?