
Chef Margarida
Cenouras à Algarvia
The marinated carrots of the Algarve, where garlic, paprika, and good azeite transform a humble root into something you'll make every week. Proof that the south knows how to treat vegetables.
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The marriage of sea and land that coastal grandmothers have perfected for generations. Tender octopus, creamy black-eyed peas, sharp onion, and enough coentros to know you're somewhere south of Lisbon.
Ifirst ate this salad at a tasca in Setúbal, one of those places with paper tablecloths and fishing nets on the walls that tourists walk past looking for something fancier. The grandmother running the kitchen brought it out on a chipped platter, octopus glistening with azeite, feijão frade scattered underneath like little moons. She didn't write down the recipe. She laughed when I asked. "Polvo, feijão, azeite, coentros. O que mais precisas?" What more do you need?
She was right, of course. This is a dish that succeeds through restraint. The octopus must be tender. The peas must be creamy but hold their shape. The dressing must be generous but simple. Good azeite, red wine vinegar, garlic, nothing else. And coentros. Always coentros. This is Alentejo meeting the coast, the earthy pea fields inland marrying the catch that comes off the boats.
At Mesa da Avó, I serve this for summer dinners when the heat makes anything complicated feel wrong. It's a dish that wants to be eaten outside, with bread to mop up the dressing and wine cold enough to leave condensation on the glass. It improves as it sits. Make it before your guests arrive and let it wait for them.
The feijão frade is not negotiable. I've seen versions with white beans, with chickpeas, with no legumes at all. Those are fine salads, but they're not this salad. The black-eyed pea has a creaminess and a slight earthiness that balances the brininess of the octopus perfectly. This is how the grandmothers make it. This is how you should make it too.
Feijão frade arrived in Portugal from Africa during the Age of Discoveries and found its spiritual home in the Alentejo and Algarve, where the hot, dry climate suited it perfectly. The pairing with octopus likely emerged in coastal Alentejo, where the fishing villages met the pea fields. This salad appears on nearly every tasca menu south of Lisbon, each cook insisting their version is the authentic one.
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1 whole (about 1.2-1.5 kg)
cleaned
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1
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1 medium
halved
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300g
soaked overnight
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1 small
sliced paper-thin
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3 cloves
minced
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1 large bunch
roughly chopped
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2/3 cup, plus more for drizzling
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3 tablespoons
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1 teaspoon, plus more to taste
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freshly ground, to taste
| Ingredient | Quantity |
|---|---|
| octopuscleaned | 1 whole (about 1.2-1.5 kg) |
| bay leaf | 1 |
| onion (for cooking)halved | 1 medium |
| dried black-eyed peas (feijão frade)soaked overnight | 300g |
| red onionsliced paper-thin | 1 small |
| garlicminced | 3 cloves |
| fresh cilantro (coentros)roughly chopped | 1 large bunch |
| extra virgin olive oil (azeite) | 2/3 cup, plus more for drizzling |
| red wine vinegar | 3 tablespoons |
| flaky sea salt | 1 teaspoon, plus more to taste |
| black pepper | freshly ground, to taste |
Drain your soaked peas and place them in a pot with fresh cold water. No salt yet. Salt toughens the skins. Bring to a boil, then reduce to a gentle simmer and cook until tender but not mushy, about 45 minutes to 1 hour. They should hold their shape but yield easily when pressed. Drain and spread on a tray to cool. Season lightly with salt while still warm so they absorb it.
Bring a large pot of unsalted water to a rolling boil with the bay leaf and halved onion. Hold the octopus by the head and dip the tentacles into the boiling water three times, letting them curl between each dip. Then lower it fully into the water and reduce to a gentle simmer. Cook until a knife slides easily into the thickest part of a tentacle, about 45 minutes to 1 hour depending on size. Don't rush this. Underdone octopus is rubber.
Remove the octopus from the water and let it rest for 10 minutes. The residual heat will finish the cooking gently. Slice the tentacles into bite-sized pieces, about 1 cm thick. The suckers should be visible on each slice. This is beautiful food; let it look beautiful.
In a small bowl, whisk together the olive oil, red wine vinegar, and minced garlic. Season with salt and pepper. Taste it. The dressing should be bright and assertive. It needs to stand up to the octopus and the earthiness of the beans.
Spread the black-eyed peas across a large serving platter, creating a bed for everything else. Arrange the octopus slices over the peas. Scatter the paper-thin red onion rings across the top. Pour the dressing over everything, making sure it reaches the peas at the bottom. Shower with the coentros. Don't be shy with the herbs. This is a southern dish and coentros is its soul.
Let the salad sit at room temperature for at least 20 minutes before serving. This isn't optional. The peas need time to drink the dressing, the octopus needs to come to room temperature, and everything needs to become acquainted. Drizzle with a little more azeite just before serving. Eat with crusty bread and cold white wine.
1 serving (about 290g)
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