This dish was inspired by a trip I took to Portugal. No matter how hard I tried, I ate very few green things while I was there. What held me over was açorda à alentejana, an incredible garlicky bread soup that tastes like a perfectly cooked, nourishing meal made with love. By the time I got home, I wanted that same feeling in a bowl, but I couldn’t bear the thought of looking at bread. My body was begging for vegetables.
So I landed on this one-pot wonder. It sits somewhere between a warm salad and a bean mash, depending on how much broth you add.
I return to it anytime I need to feel grounded and my taste buds still want something gourmet. It’s loved by people with the anti-cilantro gene and by people who claim they need meat at every meal to survive. A win for everyone eating it, and for Mother Nature.
Magic happens when we take care of each other.