Bolo de Morango!

Bolo, meaning cake in Portuguese, has definitely been my vice since moving to Belém. It’s everywhere, all the time, and it’s so delicious! I don’t know what it is about cake here, maybe it just comforts me in ways my mother does and since she’s not here I turn to cake. Or, perhaps it’s never been as available as it is here. It may also be that their frosting is usually homemade—I don’t think they even have the pre-made stuff here. Whatever the reason, I’m hoping I can kick it soon, because it is not going to be pretty when I go back home looking more plump than when I left. Haha!

My program coordinator made the mistake of introducing Lindsey and I to a little piece of Heaven here in Belém known as Fox Video. If Blockbuster and Borders (both of which are no more, I know) had a baby, and you tossed in a less snooty Starbucks with homemade cakes, then you’d have a Fox Video. This is where we came to adore their Bolo de Morango, or strawberry cake. It’s to die for!

I think I go in at least once a week, sometimes twice, just for a slice of the strawberry soaked goodness. I’m a little ashamed that the baristas expect me and already know my order. Maybe if I was ordering something more figure friendly it wouldn’t matter so much, but I just can’t help it! It’s too good to quit.

What makes it even more difficult is that they’re usually playing a pretty good movie on the kiddie screen, and Lindsey also likes the cake as much I do, so we support each other’s habit. Whatever shall we do?! Sei lá, but in the mean time... 


I’ll have some cake!