Acarajé is our queen of the street, a fried bean fritter from black-eyed peas, split open and filled with vatapá, caruru, and spicy dried shrimp. But listen, for me, it is the taste of faith, of my offering to Iansã at the corner of my baiana stand. Some will say it is just a snack, but my hands know it is a prayer cooked in palm oil—every perfect, golden ball carries the strength of the Orixás for the one who eats it.
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