It’s Saturday, the traditional soup day in Jamaica. My grandma always made some kinda soup: chicken soup, beef soup, pepperpot soup, peas soup. Whatever she had in mind, we knew it would be some kinda soup. I now cook soup whenever I’m in the mood, even on Sundays… if I feel like it. Well, today…
“Mom I love you and I’m so happy that you’re my mom. You always cook such good food. If I were one of my friends. I would come to your house everyday.” Those were the words of my son D’Angelo after he tasted the breast of the jerk duck that I had just pulled out…
I am beyond excited! Soon I will be getting all my meat from an actual farm! I am itching to go there! Anxiety has gotten the best of me. I am anxious because I will now be purchasing my meat in bulk. I will choose the animal/animals of my choice and they will prepare it…
I don’t know what gets into me sometimes. I get the most unusual cravings. These combinations are relevantly harmonious. I do receive lots of kudos as well. While most Jamaicans may cook or eat curry goat at least once per week, I eat it occasionally. If you try it, you would enjoy it as well.…