Brazil Nut Soup

When I was six my father took my mother and me to Brazil. We stayed there for several months as he wanted to learn about snake venom. I remember that when I came home the nuns asked me what I had liked best and I said Fejoiada. It was, I think, the place where I first realised that different countries had different food. This is a strange soup and to me very reminiscent of the country.