A few years ago, my cousin Sandra and I visited Jamaica. She took much pride in informing everyone of how greedy I am. She also elaborated and provided more detailed information about me, stating that my house has every bread, from every nationality. I laugh so hard whenever she tells this story. Now whenever someone speaks about me, I laugh. Matter of fact, I laugh for everything….seriously. It keeps me looking more and more beautiful each day. Now, as I was saying…whenever  I’m  laughing uncontrollably while someone speaks about me, while I am in their presence; there are usually two reasons why I laugh:
1. They are telling the hilarious truth, that Gods loves, and I find much humor in it.
or
2. They are lying and I find much humor in it…LOL
Either way…I laugh my ass off for everything.
Anyway, I usually laugh whenever relatives and friends volunteer personal information about my love for food and all the breads that I buy. People find it hard to believe that I eat as much or that I really buy all that bread….I just don’t look like someone who eats a lot. They are usually amazed and often wonder how and why I am not obese. When referring to me, Sandra’s would say things like: “She have Jewish bread, Jamaica bread, Italian bread…..” and she would go on and on, and I would just laugh…because she is telling the truth!

Well I must say, I am a food enthusiast and I have a fearless approach to food…most of the times that is. So bread experimenting is a part of my life. Growing up in Jamaica, I was exposed to one bread: Hard Dough. And boy do we love love love some hard dough bread. I don’t believe in limiting my self, so I will try different breads and I find that they all serve different purposes, and can often be the wow factor based on what they are paired with or what dish they are prepared in. I love love love crusty breads.  My favorites includes ciabatta and focaccia. By the way, my mother didn’t name me “Angeline” for no reason. I don’t have a trace of Italian in my blood (well, not that I am aware of) but I do enjoy Italian cuisine and Italian breads are totally awesome.

I love Jerk Pork and cook it quite often, and  as usual “my creative juices” kicked in…again. This is where the Jamaican in me, met and fell in love, with the Italian in my first name, Angeline. I created this Jerk Pork Sandwich with Rosemary Sea Salt Focaccia. Totally Divine combination! As my son D’Angelo would say, “Mom this sandwich doesn’t look amazing. It tastes amazing!” You should have seen him acting as if he was going to have heart failure, if I didn’t hurry up and cut the darn sandwich. Y’all know I have to take photos of all the foods, before anyone in my house eats. Otherwise, you wouldn’t get to see all my culinary creations. I can’t present an empty plate and then caption it with: “You should have seen the jerk pork sandwich before I devoured it.” That just wouldn’t be fair to you. I want you to enjoy this with me, even if you only have to stare at the screen. See, I’m always thinking of YOU. That’s right! YOU are my number one fan baby!

The way D’Angelo was acting, you would think he hadn’t eaten in about 3 months. He wanted HALF of the Jerk Pork Sandwich. How dare he! Do you see how huge this Jerk Pork Sandwich is? The nerve of my 12 year old child! I told him that I was going to take a shower and then we would eat together. Who told me to say that? LOL.  He damn near keeled over. So I cut the sandwich in half. Then cut about a quarter off of one of the halves, and handed it to him. The child stood there looking at me as if I was crazy. I looked directly in his eyes and said, “if you finish this piece, you can have another.” Folks, I have never seen a piece of sandwich disappear so fast. I said, “D’Angelo you are not getting anymore!”  He goes, “Mom, have you tasted the Jerk Pork Sandwich? Taste it and you will see how I feel.” So I took his advice. Well I was going to eat it anyway! Then he said, “now do you see how I feel?”  All I did was close my eyes and savored the flavors….priceless!  I was in Jerk Pork Sandwich heaven. The rest was history. We both had our mother to son, Jerk Pork on Rosemary Sea Salt Focaccia moment. Now THAT was priceless!