Jerk Chicken Pizza, ohhhh I will have to try this. I am not a pizza eater but with a littler island flare like this I may partake of this.
As I sit here in the mountains of West Virginia, I day dream about the tropical sun, but more so, I day dream about a tropical lunch. Ohh yes, calaloo, with a dash of pepper, the best provisions, yams, tanya, ohhh and don’t forget the macaroni pie and the best part of the meal, the stewed chicken. Seasoned with thyme, onions, garlic, rosemary, sage, and oh yes, more pepper. Let that chicken simmer down with a dash of olive oil. It is a explosion of taste that will put in in a virtual state of euphoria.
- Chicken marinate
- 1- 1½ pound skinned chicken thighs
- ½ teaspoon grated ginger
- ½ teaspoon white pepper
- 1 teaspoon minced garlic
- ½ teaspoon thyme
- ¼ teaspoon salt or creole seasoning
- ¼ teaspoon chicken bouillon powder
- 1-2 teaspoon green seasoning
- ¼ – ½ cup brown sugar
- ¼ cup canola oil (or canola)
- 1 medium onion, diced
- 2 teaspoons creole spice
- 2 cups uncooked long grain rice
- 3 cups butternut squash (large dice)
- 1 sprig fresh thyme or 1 teaspoon dried thyme
- 13.5 oz. can (1¾ cups) coconut milk
- 15.5 oz. can pigeon beans, rinsed and drained
- 2 small bay leaves
- Salt and fresh ground pepper, to taste
- 3 ½ cups or more chicken broth or water
- 1-teaspoon chicken bouillon (optional)
- 1 whole scotch bonnet pepper.
- 1 teaspoons paprika (optional)
- Place chicken in a large bowl or sauce pan then add salt, garlic, ginger, thyme, white pepper and green onions
- Mix chicken with a spoon or with hands until they are well coated, set aside in the fridge. If possible marinate for 30 minutes or overnight.
- When ready to cook shake off any excess spice or from the chicken.
- Wash rice until water runs clear. Drain water. Set aside,
- Place a large Dutch Oven or heavy bottom pan on medium heat, then add sugar, keep stirring until it caramelize and begin to turn deep brown. Be careful not to let it burn.
- Stir in chicken and sauté for about 3-5 minutes, stirring frequently. I usually reserve some chicken to top the rice but it must be fully cooked.
- Then add onions, garlic, thyme, oil, bay leaf and ketchup, sauté for about a minute.
- Stir in rice to the pan, followed by squash and pigeon peas for about 3 minutes. This process helps to infuse the ingredients with all the spice before the next step
- Finally add coconut milk, bouillon powder, creole spice, with 3 ¼ cups of water, bring to a boil reduce heat, and simmer until rice is cooked, about 20 minutes or more. Stir frequently from the sides to prevent burns, add more broth if needed.
- Adjust for salt and pepper. Discard bay leaves .You have to stir occasionally to be preventing any burns.
- Serve warm
Ohhh how I would like a lunch like this one. Rich, tomatoes, chicken, vegies, ohhh a complete meal.
Ohhhhh yes, Mommy Charles used to make the best, oh the house would smell soo gooood when she fix up some Oil Down.
Ridim for so, gwan boi
Its all coming back now, seeing that house after 28 years. It was that front door to the street I ran out to see the 82nd airborne floating down. It was that roof that shook with every explosion. You see where the light is on in that front window, yeah right there, it was there I laid in the dark night after night clinching a weapon, hoping that friend or foe do not try to enter. And that dark hill to the far left, it was there I saw the orange flares light up the night. Its that bush fence I hide behind when soldiers drove by, it was from that house I left to catch the plain to become The Dirty Immigrant. Sometimes we run from memories, we try to leave them behind, but then as you live, something brings them back, the loud pop of a car backfiring, the scent of smoke, a helicopter flying by, sirens blaring, shouting, crying, just everyday things can take you back to where you left. And then the urge to go back, because you remember before the chaos there was peace and you long for that peace.
It was early morning, around seven thirty or so. I was washing the breakfast dishes looking out the window at the rose bushes and flowers yard. I looked away to sort the dishes in the drying tray when I heard water splashing in the neighbor’s yard. I looked and low and behold there was the neighbor’s daughter using a small pan to pour water on herself, My fifteen year old hormones erupted and I almost fainted. I walked away from the window to the kitchen doorway and looked around like a chicken thief in Mr. Jones backyard. I walked back to the window, she was rubbing sweet soap (Palmolive) on herself, for a fourteen year old, that girl sure looked like a grown woman. She was humming a hymn, a bloody hymn, can you believe that. I wanted to call Rayfie so he could come see, but Mommy Charles was in her bedroom getting ready for work, instead, I stood there with an excited voice giggle in my head. My whole body was hot, my knees were weak and slowly one of the dirty calypso my farther liked so much was playing in my head. “Not a woman ever complain yet wid me, I eh boasting but I know I have durability, and if a woman ever tell you that I ever left her dissatisfied, she lie, she lie, she lie!” I felt dirty just having that song in my head, but at the time, I just could not get it out of m head. Suddenly, I heard a crack, followed by a crash, that sounded like dishes breaking. Before I could figure out what happened I heard, “You nasty little heathen, Macoing (peeping at) on de little girl, Jesus help you,” I looked down, a place was smashed in the sink, my should was stinging from the blow. I turned around, that look in Mommy Charles eyes, I immediately looked down at my feet, oh the shame, the shame the shame. “What I go do wid you, eh boy, what I go do,” she said, she was looking me up and down with disappointment, I turned around, trying to hide my fifteen year old excitement. The neighbor’s had a shirt on, she was looking directly at me with a damn smile on her face. “Go to your room and get ready for school,” Mommy Charles say. As I walked away I heard her say, “Dis child go drive me to the crazy house you know,” It took me two weeks to look Mommy Charles in the eye again. But that neighbor girl, she told all her friends because every time they saw me they would start giggling and looking at me.
Ahhhh a chicken soup, dumplings, Irish potato, chicken seasoned, pepper, carrots with slices of pears ((avocado) on the side. A carnival in your mouth, an all night fete in your stomach.
A serious cookup is going on, somewhere in the forest, where the wind can take the sent over the hills, through the valleys, into the village and straight to my nose. Ahhhhhh best way to wake up from a nap, me nose tickled by that scent, stew chicken, yes man, My belly rumbling now.