Dear Sir, All this exchange of recipes on Sorpotel on the Goanet, must surely have whetted every true blue Goan's appetite. Here are some unique odes to the Nectar of the Gods! I'm sure the readers will just lap them up...slurp....
Edwin Fernandes Juhu - Mumbai __________________________________________________ Odes to Sorpotel 1. For the hotch potch known as Haggis Let the Scotsman yearn or yell For the taste of Yorkshire pudding Let the English family dwell. For the famed Tandoori Chicken That Punjabis praise like hell But for us who hail from Goa There's nothing like SORPOTEL! >From the big wigs in Colaba To the small fry in Cavel >From the growing tribes in Bandra To the remnants in Parel >From the lovely girls in Glaxo To the boys in Burma shell There's no Goan whose mouth won't water When you talk of SORPOTEL! And Oh! for Christmas dinner Don't you think it would be swell If by some freak of fortune Or by some magic spell Turkey, always considered a winner Is given a fond farewell. To be replaced, as in Goa With a bottle of the cajel And toddy leavened sannas To go with SORPOTEL! 2. When I have had a big lunch And a big dinner too I will fondly remember that Sorpotel As I run to the loo. Sannas, pooee or bakri Or any baker's bread Cannot soak up the Feni Because it goes straight to the head And when I have died I never will have lied About the liver in my sorpotel That made me so unwell. 3. Astounding is the marvelous ode to tempting Sorpotel So sumptuous yet it makes your mouth feel like Hell In your innards it’s sure to create gut rupturing pell mell >From ominous rumblings in your tummy its easy to tell Containing such powerful disinfectant all germs it repels And infernally so hot it could ring a fire engine’s bells Of course bizarrely in Goa’s restaurants it popularly sells The appeal of its nidor convinces the gourmet it’s swell Mesmerizing the piquant savory flavour to eat it compels But if it's washed down with assuaging water from a well Any rebellion or terrorism in your stomach it can quell Thus with relief you can state: “All’s well that ends well” Arnold Noronha >VIVA LA SORPOTEL > > There must be some who read this, > Who've never heard of SORPOTEL! > > And as I am so thoughtful, > I'll do you guys a favour, > Though you won't get a mouthful, > I'll try to catch the flavour. > > It's made of many piggy parts, > Heart, fat and liver, > Vinegar that smells like f*rts, > (Looks like water from the river). > > The meat is chopped in little bits, > After being on the boil. > Forty chillies to give you the sh*ts, > And half a gallon of oil. > > And all the grand ol' aunties, > Will insist, you'll see, > On half a pint of piggy blood, > For the right consistency. > > Oh! Why are you gagging? > Why do you look so pale? > Did you hear granny bragging? > "It's better when it's stale!" > > It's delicious and it's really HOT > We eat on 25th December, > On boxing day sit on the pot, > And boy! Do we remember! > > So grab your rope my dearest friends, > Draw some water from your well. > You'll need plenty of it at both your ends, > When you experience SORPOTEL!!! > > Author Unknown
