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48 Hours in Porto

September 16, 2024

The Clérigos Tower became our own personal landmark

Bem-vindo a Porto!

Last week, Mary and I skipped out of town on a Friday red eye and landed Saturday morning in beautiful Portugal! Well, Paris in the morning, then a quick afternoon flight to Lisbon. After that, it was just an easy 3 hour train ride to Porto!

Portugal has been high on our must-see visit lately and a family wedding in Napoli gave us the perfect excuse to plan a visit. It's not hyperbole to say that I absolutely fell in love with this city after only 24 hours! 

We arrived late on Saturday night (missing our first dinner reservation...RIP Gruta, we'll be back for you) and roamed the lively streets for an hour or so. We popped into Flôr for cocktails and some small yummies before falling into bed.

We stayed at the Porto A.S. 1829 hotel in the Vitória district, right in the heart of the city. If you ever find yourself in Porto, I highly recommend staying here! The hotel is located in a busy, but not rowdy, praça and is the perfect walking distance from everything a tourist would want to see in Porto. (It's also mere steps away from the place where we had our favorite meal...) I'm a sucker for a good bath and found the clawfoot tub of our room ideal for soaking tired feet after a long day climbing Porto's famous hills.

Day One

Our first full day in Porto was a busy one! We started by climbing the Clérigos Tower, a looming bell tower that has become a symbol of this beautiful city. This Baroque church was built in the 18th century and is home to one of the most breathtaking chapels. 

Pro tip: We liked starting our day with the climb, to avoid the midday heat and crowds. But don't let the other early bird tourists rush you past the church itself! Once you climb the tower, you can't access the cathedral anymore, and the crowning statue of the Madonna is worth a stop. (Don't dawdle, though, because once it gets crowded at the top, it becomes much less magical.) 

There are 240 steps to the top of this tower (giving me flashbacks to my Stephansdom hike a few years ago). When you don't have to navigate trying to pass people trying to descend as you ascend (or vice versa), the climb is easy! There are plenty of large windows that keep a nice breeze flowing as you climb, too.




A thick fog rolled over the city that morning, lending a slightly haunted quality to the photos we could capture at the top. And though we couldn't see as far as you typically can at the top of Clérigos, the hike was definitely worth it, if only to gain a small sense of the city we were setting out to explore.

We had tickets for the first climb of the day at 9am. Afterwards, we headed back to the hotel for breakfast because not much else is open that early! We decided to skip the nearby Livraria Lello bookstore tour, and I was quite happy with that decision after witnessing the never-ending lines that surrounded that place every day we were in Porto.

All the streets in Porto wind up & up like this

After breakfast, we headed towards the Museu da Cidade do Porto, a small + free museum where you can see dozens of the famous Portuguese painted tiles up close and browse a small exhibit about Portuguese architecture.

On the way there, we passed Igreja do Carmo, one of the most famous landmarks and tourist stops for those iconic tiles. By the time we were out, large groups of tourists were crowding the church—the exterior murals of which are currently covered in a thick sheet of plastic because of nearby subway construction anyway—so we didn't stop for a photo. We did, however, stop at a small artisanal market set up in the Praça de Carlos Alberto right outside the museum where I picked up a gorgeous brass ring and a set of purple earrings.


Our next stop was the Mercado Bom Successo — probably the furthest walk away from the center of the city we did during our time. We should've been hungrier before making the trek all the way out; there's really nothing in the mercado but yummy-smelling food stalls. We ordered two decadent lattes and people-watched for a while.

The walk to the mercado proved to be worth it, though, because we ended up passing the Jardins do Palácio de Cristal! This park boasts beautiful landscaping, yes, but it's better claim to fame (IMO) are the resident peacocks, hens, and roosters scuttling around the grounds and sparking cross-species spats. Worth a brief stroll if you're in the area. 

We popped into the Museu Nacionel Soares dos Reis next, named after famed Portuguese sculptor António Manuel Soares dos Reis. Their exhibits were fascinating and we wandered around the collections of contemporary art, postmodern sculpture, and jewelry for hours.

The street art in Porto was frequent and colorful, and reminded me a great deal of home

On our way back to the hotel, we popped into a local tapas restaurant for some refreshing sangria, lobster rice, and a taste of tripas com molho de francesinha. Mary was eager to try the francesinha sauce—a famous national flavor—but wasn't terribly impressed. (We also didn't know what tripas are pre-ordering...as our waiter said when he cleared our table and noticed Mary's mostly untouched dish, "It's an acquired taste.") 

We weren't planning on ordering dessert at lunch; our bellies were pretty full, even after ignoring the tripas! But as soon as the waiter mentioned the house-specialty chocolate mousse, I knew I had to try some. I was honestly blown away! When preparing for our trip, we made a list of the must-try sweets to seek out (aka the best pasteis de nata). None of the advice we found mentioned chocolate mousse! I'm here to correct that record. Pro tip: when in Portugal, order the mousse. 

              The beginning of the meal...

...and the delicious end! (feat. the brass ring I found at the market)                 

We had dinner at Ostras & Coisas. Being a pescatarian, I was in foodie heaven in Portugal! Oysters, clams, scallops, cod, John Dory, sea bream, and octopus, oh my!  We couldn't have picked a better place for our first official dinner in Portugal. We started with a tray of oysters then munched our way through stuffed crab, seafood rice, and crème brûlée.

I love the pace of meals in Europe. In the States, we would've chowed our way through this four-course meal in the space of ~90 minutes or so. In Porto, this table was ours for over 2.5 hours! It was a respite after a long day of movement. We eventually ambled our way home accompanied by the lovely sound of the street performers.

Day Two

We set out to explore a different half of the city on Monday, joining a free walking tour organized by Porto Walkers. Sergio was our guide and he was absolutely incredible! I'm not a big fan of doing organized tourist-y activities like guided tours, but the historic introduction, facts, and knowledge of the city we gained greatly enriched our experience.

With the tour, we walked our way through the São Bento train station, home to some of the most beautiful tile murals in the city, down Rua de Santa Catarina, over to the Luis I bridge, outside the Sé Cathedral, and through the Barredo neighborhood—the oldest part of the city. 

While exploring the medieval quarter of Porto, Sergio brought us to a local bakery that offered pots of chocolate mousse and thick slices of chocolate cake—an ideal pick-me-up at 11am! My second serving of chocolate mousse in 24 hours did not disappoint.


The view of the Dom Luís I bridge and the beautiful city of Porto from Vila Nova de Gaia

We crossed the iconic ironwork bridge to Vila Nova de Gaia, the best way to take in the full view of Porto. We also had a port wine tasting scheduled at the Cálem Porto cellar. The Cálem cellar offered a wonderful introduction to the history, cultural significance, and tasting notes of port wine.

Much to my mother's chagrin, I am still not a huge wine fan. But I did enjoy learning the differences between tawny, ruby, and white port wine and the specifications I should look for when searching for a bottle of authentic port wine. Of course, I also enjoyed discovering which of the various wine varieties were my personal favorites. If you're not a wine person, port wine is probably not going to be your new beverage of choice, but it was an amusing and knowledgeable introduction to a variety of wine I had never encountered before! 


We walked back across Dom Luís I and climbed the hill back towards Rua de Santa Catarina—one of the premiere shopping destinations in Porto. We made a beeline for the Mercado do Bolhão, an indoor farmer's market replete with fruit, vegetable, spice, seafood, coffee, chocolate, and cheese stalls. (If you're short on time, I'd choose the Bolhão market over the Bom Successo one.)  

Our Porto Walkers guide, Sergio, had mentioned the market earlier, and we thought it'd be the perfect place to stop for lunch after our wine tasting. Imagine our delight when we discovered Sergio on his second or third tour of the day, slipping behind the tinned fish counter to host a tasting with his group! Not wanting to bother him, we grabbed a fresh fruit smoothie and picked up some of the freshest sashimi I've ever tasted. 

Pro tip: If you want to make like the locals do, pick up a glass of wine upon arriving in the market and stroll through the aisles sipping. Portugal is very open-alcohol friendly, a refreshing change from the rather draconian ordinances of the States. 

We browsed the market for a while longer, stopping to grab a sweet potato onigiri and a small coffee, before heading back to the hotel. We were so beat by the time our dinner reservation came around that we considered skipping it! Luckily for us, we decided to go ahead.

Our favorite meal in Portugal
Cozinha das Flores is a small restaurant merely steps from our hotel (a happy accident—I had no idea when I made the reservation that it was so close to where we were staying) that played host to our final dinner in Porto. 

I love when a chef has a great deal of fun at work and the joy of Chef Nuno Mendes practically radiates out of every aspect at Cozinha das Flores. A sister of Flôr, the delectable cocktail bar we fell into on our first (late) night in the city, Mary and I had no idea what we were in for when we sat down. Chef Mendes' creations incorporate traditional Northern Portuguese flavors and cooking traditions along with innovative ideas, and I was eager to experience the blend of old with new before heading south to Lisbon.

Not only was Mary's drink infused with unique flavors, it was served in a shallow bowl!

The cocktail menu is extensive here, which is a real treat, especially in Europe. As someone for whom cocktails > wine and beer, I'm spoiled in the States with restaurants and bars that heavily cater to my tastes. Generally speaking, cocktails are not as common in Europe. (It was also the case that we drank more wine than water throughout the entirety of our stay on the continent, but I digress...) Mary was more adventurous than I was, ordering a drink infused with goat cheese, and only settling for that because the chicken-infused cocktail was not available! I ordered a delightfully fizzy (and un-infused) gin concoction.

Dinner was a whole 'nother delight onto itself. We started with the spider crab donuts, a juxtaposition of flavors that somehow just worked. When I tell you I could've eaten half a dozen of them by myself, it's not an exaggeration. The light, fluffy, sugary donut is balanced with the rich, warm crab mousse in what would undoubtedly be a standout bestseller at any Brooklyn brunchery. Even the bread and butter was a standout hit here—no, really! Their homemade butter is served in a deep dish in a delicious bath of salted buttermilk. 

If you're ever in Porto, you absolutely must try Cozinha das Flores

Five (more) beach reads

July 25, 2024

 


It's become something of a tradition for me to discover just how many books I can cram into my family's annual beach week. This year I managed 5!

For the historical fiction fans

Stopping by Island Bookstore while at the beach has also become a tradition and how could I not pick this up?! Not only does my family decamp to the Outer Banks every summer, I lived there with my grandparents and my mom when I was younger and spent two summers lifeguarding + working as a yoga camp counselor. My heart is firmly planted in these dunes! 

So is Abigail's, it turns out. This beautiful novel, Ducharme's debut (and the beginning of a series, I discovered happily) is set in the latter half of the 1800s when the wealthy Sinclair family decides to summer on the wild Outer Banks to escape their troubles. Abby, the seventeen year old eldest daughter of this rather morose clan, devours books with a familiar fervor and agrees to tutor her father's local guide, nineteen year old Benjamin. You can fill in the blanks, can't you? 

This novel is far from trite, though. I adored how Ducharme constructed the landscape of the OBX and lovingly crafted a story about race, family, love, responsibility, and freedom without deadening the true weight of the past. 

4/5

For the ensemble lovers
Long Island Compromise by Taffy Brodesser-Akner

As I wrote in my quick Insta review: "the perfect beach week read because if you think YOUR family is dysfunctional, just wait." Brodesser-Akner creates an entire, sprawling universe out of the members of the Fletcher family. 

We have Carl Fletcher, the patriarch of the family who was kidnapped in the 1980s and never really returns to functionality. His wife, Ruth, and his mother dedicate their entire lives to shielding him from the psychological trauma of the event, a decision that ripples through the rest of the family—namely Carl and Ruth's three children—for generations. Brodesser-Akner is a wickedly funny writer who also presciently skewers a lot of the hallmarks of privilege, the inner workings of insular communities, and the general American attitude of taking things for granted.

Things keep going wrong in this novel, but it never got to be too much, and I literally gasped out loud with the casual revelation of a pretty huge piece of info at the very end. Highly recommend. 

5/5

For quick wisdom on the go
Maktub by Paulo Coelho

Ever since graduating, I've been reading a lot of spiritual books as I try to find reconnection with my yoga practice. And even though I've never read The Alchemist (I know, I know), Coelho's companion book stood out to me at the library. I'm so happy I picked it up! 

The quickest of my 5 reads, Maktub is a collection of vignettes that Coelho has collected throughout his life. Some of them are stories from gurus and other spiritual leaders, some are fables he's heard, and still others (I imagine) are fictions of his own creation. There were numerous pages I had to fight the urge to dogear (multiple bookmarks came in very handy) and I actually copied some of his aphorisms down in a notebook so I can come back to them even after I return the book to the library. 

4/5

For the drama queens

As one of her many, many fans, I am particularly endeared to Elizabeth Taylor. Her performance in Cleopatra stunned me when I was 12 and she continues to occupy a pretty lofty pedestal in my limited hall of celebrities.

Andersen Brower's story was a quick read, an impressive feat when you consider the heft of the life she encompassed on the pages of this book. It was clear that Andersen Brower really took the time to care about Elizabeth's feelings, and those of her loved ones who agreed to participate in the research and development of this account, and that respect marks this as a very different novel than other, more exploitative celebrity biographies I've read. 

I found myself wanting more at the end, which isn't surprising for a woman who retained the unique capacity to captivate everyone and anyone she chose. I might pick up another, different biography of her life to add to my knowledge, but if this was the only one I ever read, I'd feel closer to the star that lit up my childhood with her strong presence on the screen. 

4/5

For those celebrating Halloween in July
Pet Sematary  by Stephen King

My annual spooky beach read this year was the novel King classifies as the one that's scariest to him (at least among his own works). Needless to say, my hopes were high! (And they weren't entirely cleared. )

Now, I am a pretty huge Stephen King fan and his Gerald's Game is undoubtedly the scariest book I have ever read. In the introduction to this edition of the book, King even admits that we all have different fears. This book caters to his, in particular, but not to mine in the way that Gerald's Game and It did. The suspense builds at the typical frustrating-in-a-good-way pace for a King story, but I think I was hoping for an extra emphasis or heinous twist at the end that never quite came across.

I don't regret adding this one to my shelves, though. As I try to consciously curate a collection of books for my home library, collecting novels by treasured authors (like King and Virginia Woolf) is a sizable part of that effort for me. And who knows? Maybe when I return to this book in a few years, my own sense of fear will have shifted! 

3/5


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Summer Orzo Salad

July 23, 2024

Every summer, my mom's half of the family decamps to our beloved family beach house on the Outer Banks of North Carolina for a week of pool sitting, ocean plunging, cocktail sipping, outdoor showering, domino playing, and gaudy t-shirt buying. Part of the magic of this week, besides the ability to LEAVE MY PHONE IN MY ROOM ALL DAY (!) and trying my best to read a book a day, is the food. 

Being a foodie is in my family's DNA. My grandmother, aunts, and mom are all fabulous cooks. My mom brings a fat stack of new recipes to try every year and, despite the ability to make literally anything else, we always force my eldest aunt to make her signature spaghetti pie dish. The heart stomach wants what it wants! 

All of this to say, when I returned to my home after a week slurping oysters, cracking crabs, and biting into dribbly s'mores, I was in the mood for something fresh and light. Enter: Summer Orzo Salad. 

This dish is super simple, extremely hearty without making me feel overly stuffed, and (best of all in the summer) best served chilled. You can totally customize the ingredients to your taste, too. Some salty feta cheese, or grilled peaches and creamy ricotta, or tomatoes and parmesan could turn this into a completely new dish! And if you're not a big fan of dressing, I think the orzo packs such flavor when cooked in broth that you could probably get away with just a fat squeeze of lemon on top. Yum! 

Summer Orzo Salad


Ingredients

  • 4 cups vegetable broth 
  • 2 cups orzo pasta 
  • 2 bell peppers
  • 2 cucumbers
  • 1/2 red onion
  • 1 can of corn 
  • 1 can of northern white beans 
  • Fresh basil (to taste) 
For the dressing:
  • 1/4 cup olive oil 
  • 2 tbsp red wine vinegar
  • Juice of 1 lemon
  • 2 tbsp Dijon mustard
  • 3 cloves of garlic
  • 1 tsp dried oregano
  • Salt and pepper (to taste)

Steps

  1. Bring your vegetable broth to a boil in a sizable pot. Once boiling, add your orzo and turn down the heat. Stir regularly until the majority of the broth has been absorbed into the pasta. Once that happens, turn off the heat. 
  2. As your orzo cooks, dice all the vegetables.
  3. Add the cooked orzo to a big serving bowl and let it cool as you make the dressing. 
  4. Whisk together all the ingredients for the dressing in a small bowl. 
  5. Toss the vegetables in the orzo, mixing thoroughly. Dish up delicious bowlfuls of the salad and dress liberally! (Don't add the dressing to the huge batch because it's likely to get soggy) 

This recipe is based off the one I found here

I graduated (again)!

July 11, 2024

Officially one degree hotter, nbd.

Very happy to announce that I shall forever be known as Master Kate now. (There's a good reason that's not an acceptable title listed on DMV forms and other places that care about those things...) But technically, I am

Exactly two months ago in early May, after successfully defending my thesis, I celebrated my graduation from VCU with my Master of Arts in English. There are countless people that made my pursuit of this degree possible in the first place and gave me the support, love, ass-kicking, and snack runs I needed to push through even the worst bouts of writer's block.

Gravel was an enormously unhelpful presence throughout

Since graduating, I've been slowly re-acclimating to life as a non-academic. You know, someone who only has one job and actual free time in the evenings and on weekends and can read for pure joy without overanalyzing every text to death. (I can't even lie to myself about that last one.) 

I did go a little stir-crazy at first, with so much free time on my hands all of a sudden. I started checking things off my "To Do Post-Grad" list, including flying to Seattle to visit Jess for her own MPO graduation, taking a couple of pottery classes at the cutest local ceramics studio, checking out the sickest traveling exhibit at the VMFA, and finding my personal yoga practice again after a long, long hiatus. 

4 degrees in one pic! 

Through it all, it has been incredibly gratifying to be able to share this experience with my classmates and professors, my friends, and my family. I couldn't have done it without the enormous influence of these people who have shaped me forever and especially over the past two years. 

I discovered a lot about myself over the course of earning this degree, including the sheer amount of joy I find in the classroom—both as student and instructor—and in the texts I consume. Consume, not read, because these texts and theories feel like they have, even in infinitesimally minute ways, become part of me. I look forward to carrying them into whatever comes next. 

Onto the next adventure! 

10 Minute Banana Bread

July 9, 2024



A few weeks ago, I had to drop off some misrouted mail to my mom's house and I returned with half a loaf of freshly-baked banana bread! #perksoflivingnearyourmom The bread was SO yummy that Mary and I devoured it in under 24 hours. I just had to have the recipe to try it myself.

Mom sent me the recipe (a clipping from an old cooking magazine) and I eagerly got to work with the quickly decaying bananas in my fridge. That first time, I followed the original recipe to the letter and I was less than impressed with the results. Even with Mom's instruction to lower the baking time, I ended up with a loaf that was almost too crusty on the outside and an unbaked gooey mess on the inside. I ate around the goo and resolved to try again. 

This time, I made a few tweaks to the ingredients and the instructions and ended up with the simplest, yummiest, best banana bread muffins! 

Ingredients

  • 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 3/4 tsp kosher salt
  • 3 large eggs
  • 3/4 cup brown sugar
  • 3/4 cup white sugar
  • 2 ripe bananas mashed
  • 3/4 cup vegetable oil (I didn't have vegetable oil, so I substituted grapeseed)

Steps

  1. Preheat the oven to 320 degrees Fahrenheit and spray or butter a loaf pan or muffin tin. 
  2. Whisk together the flour, baking soda, and salt in a small bowl. 
  3. Whisk together the eggs, sugar, bananas, and oil in a large bowl. 
  4. Sift the dry ingredients into the banana mixture and stir until just combined. 
  5. Bake for 35-40 minutes, or until a tester comes out clean. 
I really liked making these as muffins instead of a loaf because they're more portable and I find the baking easier to manage in my rather unruly oven. They're also easier to freeze and save for later that way. I think next time I'll try adding nuts for a delicious crunch on the inside. 



Kate's Perfect Day

February 12, 2024

I really love birthdays...

A birthday is such a special occasion for celebrating the people you love. Not to mention, birthdays are a wonderful excuse to dream up delightfully weird-but-perfect gifts. I'm a big fan of oddball gifting. This past Christmas, I got my grandmother a terracotta pomegranate soaked in perfume from a perfumery that has been around since the 1200s(!), a gift of which I'm particularly proud. Last year, two of my friends sent me a porch goose with zero forewarning—how odd and perfect! Her name is Dolly and she now holds court in my living room. 

The question of how I was going to celebrate my birthday plagued me for weeks leading up to the date itself this year. None of my ideas felt totally right....even a simple bowling party would require a pretty sizable investment from my friends in time, energy, and money, and I don't want anyone to feel obligated to spend any of those things just to hang out with me.

I also find that putting a lot of pressure on one particular event as the entire celebration inevitably leaves a large margin for disappointment when people can't make it or the event doesn't go off exactly as planned.

So! I came up with Kate's Perfect Day. 

The idea was so simple that I couldn't believe I'd never thought of it before. I would plan a loose itinerary for my idea of the perfect day, and then invite my friends to join any part of it they'd like! That way, people could join for whatever activity floats their boat without obligation and if for some reason nobody else were able to make it, I'd still spend the day doing things that bring me joy. Win-win! 

I made up a little invite-itinerary to post on social media and text to people, and crossed my fingers that my friends would be willing to come along. And let me tell you, it was, indeed, the perfect day. 

I had different configurations of friends join me for a morning walk around Belle Isle, a coffee stop at my favorite local shop, a mini shopping spree at my favorite Richmond bookstore, and then at our home for pizza + cake! I felt like I got to spend some real quality time with everyone that showed up, and it was a delight to see people I love meeting and hitting it off with other people I love.

Quick highlights from a phenomenal day: 
  • I always eat cake for breakfast on my birthday, and Mary surprised me with a delicious (& ginormous) Publix cake, replete with frosting balloons. Yum! 
  • It absolutely poured buckets as we headed towards the bookstore, and the lot of us arrived soaking wet and (at least I was) grinning ear to ear.
  • The rain held off for our nature walk + our entire (outside) coffee hang! Felt like a gift for sure.
  • One of my friends wrote, "I hope your day is lush and full of love" on their card and I thought lush was such a beautiful word choice; I keep hearing the phrase ringing in my ears.
  • I walked away from the bookstore with nine new books for my already-crammed shelves. There's just something so special about a bookstore, and it was my own brand of heaven to walk around running my fingers across the spines and look up to see Erin leafing through a small paperback, or round a corner and stumble upon Mary at home in the science section. 
My entrance into year 26 was pretty much perfect, and I can't think of a better way to set up a brand new (lush) year filled with adventure, reading, cats, cake, nature walks, and friends.