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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:chickenpiripiri.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/</id><title>ChickenPiriPiriIsNotThePortugueseNationalDish!</title><link rel="self" href="http://chickenpiripiri.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://chickenpiripiri.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-10T08:28:39+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:chickenpiripiri.blog.co.uk,2005-07-23:/2005/07/23/it_is_norwegian_dry_salted_cod/</id><title>It is Norwegian dry salted cod.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://chickenpiripiri.blog.co.uk/2005/07/23/it_is_norwegian_dry_salted_cod/"/><author><name>mascarenhas_s</name></author><published>2005-07-23T16:05:53+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T16:05:53+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I went out last night, this funny little Irish bloke I met asks me where I’m from, I say, ‘Portugal’ – he’d been and loved it and remembered this and that. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He’s Irishness was catching up with him and the loud music was catching up with me. ‘Inside a club you must NEVER attempt to cleverly communicate’ I decide. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Somehow he manages to switch the ‘conversation’ to chicken Piri Piri and I struggled to explain that it is NOT the Portuguese national dish.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Can’t event begin to tell him that what you eat at Nando’s is not what I would consider to be ‘Chicken Piri Piri’. That we don’t really do that whole scene and that I NEVER once had Piri Piri in my chicken.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I tell him that the national dish is Norwegian dry salted cod &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;, he doesn’t understand but I can’t really explain it either!&lt;/p&gt;
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