Mama (my Jamaican grandmother) was very resourceful. She ate everything: necks, backs, tails, kidneys, liver, gizzards, feet etc. You name it, she cooked and ate it. It is the norm for Jamaicans, who were raised in Jamaica, to eat such types of delicacies. Mama fed us everything that she ate, and it was never disappointing.…
I couldn’t wait to make cod fish fritters this morning. I had anticipated frying up a huge batch this weekend; but with having to do the laundry, updating my blog and interacting on my Facebook fan page; time wasn’t accommodating. To say the least, it just never made it on to my hectic “things to do/cook list.” However, it was well…
As I alternated between the laundry and creating another culinary masterpiece, my mind was consumed on cooking without limits, and not having to create just one or two dishes, or trying to maximize my time before the work week started. Even though my heart remains in the kitchen, the bills have to be paid, and…
A mother’s job is never done. I’m cooking, cleaning, doing laundry and at the same time, measuring the ingredients as I conjure up some of my authentic dishes. For as long as I have been a cook, I have never had to measure anything. I cook by sight, taste and texture. An author’s content should…
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. If I skip or miss breakfast, it interferes with my mood. I get totally dysfunctional. I become cranky, easily aggravated and loose concentration. In order for me to perform 100% each day, I HAVE TO HAVE BREAKFAST. It is just as important to me as sleep.…