| Comment | PS- I have the cachaça!*
I had my first caipirinha at home in Italy with my late parents. My dad had a dusty bottle of cachaça from his trip. We drove to a nearby town to get limes (limes being hard to find in small towns in north east Italy), came back, he hit some ice cubes with a rolling pin, made the drink. My mother took one sip and was like “this is nothing like a real caipirinha”. I, on the other hand, was hooked.
*The cachaça was “lifted” from a shipment meant for a yacht in Genoa, but that’s a story for another day. |
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