Tag: drink
Whats for lunch

Ohhh what can an island boy have for lunch. Hmmm, Maybe some stewed chicken with rice and peas, or maybe some fried fish with provisions, noooo, hmmmm, what will he ever eat. Wait a second, wait just one second, I have an idea, how about some curried shrimp. Ohhh yes, with all kinds of vegetable added, some pepper, ohhh man, that would just hit the spot. Hmmm, I know, I know, he can go to the back yard, pick some passion fruit,
and make a pitcher of Passion fruit juice. Yes man, this boy really know how to eat.
Memorial Day Picnic Lunch

Ahhhhh a quiet Monday, well quiet Monday morning. I can smell the food cooking, hear the calypso music coming from the old fashion radio in the drawing room. We had just gotten back from the Poppy Day parade, oh the pageantry, police in their white tunics, black pants with the red strip down the sides. They 303 riffles perched on their shoulders. The white helmet with the shiny silver points, their black boots had sparkles like stars in the moonlight. Cadets from the secondary schools, scouts, veterans, all marching through the city to the police band. Now here we were, Me and Mommy Charles in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. I was not old enough to do most of the cooking, so here I was mimicking all I had seen her done over the years and by the scent coming from the pot, it is sure that I learned from the best. Man, you should see all the food as I packed it into containers to take to the beach. Avocados, yams, plantains, green figs, (green bananas) dashin, and to go with that some saltfish souse. Ohhh yes, this meal is fit for a royal family. Now the decision on what to drink, hmmmm, oh I know, how about some homemade Mango juice ohhhh yes, that will hit the spot on the beach.
Ohhhh yes, I did a little dance cause if I did not stop myself I would have drank it all right there. Now its off to the beach for the picnic.
What would i do for an Island Snack

Since I am not on thew island right now, I will lay here and day dream about Mommy Charles’s currents. Oh the raisins, the brown sugar, the dash of nutmeg and cinnamon. Yes, I can even smell them baking right now, Sitting there as a kid waiting, waiting, waiting for them to be ready. Mommy Charles humming as he checked them. Now what can I drink with this, what can I wash this down with, hmmmm, how about some soursop juice,
Yes, that will hit the spot in this daydream, Ahhhhhh.
The Naked Drunk
I never saw crack-heads on the island. Mainly drunks, some people love their fire water, but if you ask me, they are just as stupid and equally as dangerous. I was on the beach chilling, watching some kids play football – soccer to some of you. I saw a drunk in ragged old shorts and no shirt. That man was the skinniest person I ever seen. He looked like the rum was drying him up. He was using a cutlass to open a green coconut, but he was swinging it recklessly, becoming a danger to those closest to him. One of his friends tried to take the cutlass away from him and he became belligerent. More of his friends tried to reason with him, but he began swinging the weapon wildly.
“Call Babylon!” someone shouted, and the melee escalated. The drunk was not swinging at anybody who came close to him. He was screaming something about the devil and evil angels.
The police arrived but even they could not control the raging drunk. They shuffled around as if doing some kind of voodoo dance, then the drunk broke free and ran for the ocean. He splashed into the emerald-colored water, still holding the cutlass. He swam or waded until he could not stand, and then he started sinking. The police had no choice but to go after him. They reached him, grabbed the cutlasss and dragged him back to shore. When they got to the shore and laid him on the sand, laughter erupted when the people on the beach realized that he had lost his pants in the struggle. His little Dexter was exposed for all to see. That made the drunk furious. He started to fight again. He broke free and began running down the beach with the policemen in hot pursuit, followed by the crowd, laughing and shouting. They finally caught up with him when one of the policemen dropped him with a perfect football slide. But now that they had him down, they hesitated, not wanting to touch his naked body. They finally had to when he tried to get back up. You have never heard such cursing and screaming in your life as they carried him off the beach and to the police station.
What could be your Lunch
Since its Saturday, your lazy day, what would top it off better than a really really splendid lunch. Hmmm, whatever will you eat. Like we say on the island, “Me no know you know” But hey that is why storyteller is here. Hmmm, How about sopme fish, ohhh yes, season overnight with onions, garlic, sweet peppers, hot peppers, thyme, celery, sage, a little rosemary, a touch of nutmeg. Oh yes, then you simmer it in a nice gravy. Yes man, this going taste real good I tell you. Hmm what you go have with it, oh yes, cook up[ some provisions, hows about some rice and peas, the peas, picked straight from your back yard. Me mouth watering already, yes man, I can smell that food all over the bloody village. Nuff, nuff, waters bubbling in the kitchen. Now, what can you drink, let me see. Oh yeah, what about some sugar cane juice, yes man, that going hit the spot for sure..
Ohhhh yes, ahhhhh, just the right taste to go with that fish. Now all is cooked, best place to eat, yes, in the back yard, under the plumb tree, with the thick leaves blocking the sun from burning you. Yes man, island living, the good old days. Soon come, soon come.
Supper time
The Divalicious Feline

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!
“Hey hey, what is all this loud meowing out here?”
“What in the hell is that human doing, why are they holding him by his ankles upside down and there is a tube in his mouth?”
“Ohh you new comers, don’t you know anything?”
“What do you know, you are just a dog.”
“Ok Miss feline queen, listen, you are living in a house full of college students now, this is what they do every damn night, get used to it.”
“Oh hell no, I need my cuteness sleep, I am not having none of this.”
“Oh please stop being a drama queen.”
“Look at this mess, how can I live in this filth?’
“Look at this mess, how can I live in this mess. Chill out, you lick yourself to get clean,”
“Hey you do the same damn thing.”
“Yeah but am a dog remember.”
“Shut up, these humans are quite uncivilized, I am way to divalicious for this.”
“Oh dear lord, you are one of those cats.”
“Oh gross, he is hacking up a fur ball, oh yuck its a liquid fur ball, oh dear lord it stinks.”
“Ohhhhh there goes one, down for the count, man them humans sure know how to abuse their body.”
“:Stop that loud barking, you barbarian mongrel. Oh dear, why is that one taking his cloths off, Oh oh excuse me, I did not need to see that. I am dainty cat, this debauchery is reprehensibly.”
“See, see? There is nothing to see there.”
“Oh stop your howling dog, this is no home for a feline. Oh its getting louder, what are they doing now? Oh dear, did that human just hit the other human. Oh take me back to the pound, this is just horrid.”
“Woooooooooo party!”
“Oh shut up dog, you make us four leggers look like animals. Wait, wait what is he doing. Oh no, oh no, someone get that human a litter box.”
“Yeeeeaaaahhhh drop it sister, wooooooo,”
You are such a barbarian, have some dignity dog, you are just like them humans.”
“Twerk it twerk it, oh yeah, oh yeah!!
“Ok thats it I am going back to the pound.”
“Hey cat where you going”?
“Never you mind, I am going back to where its at least clean and very few humans.”
“Hey hey watch them claws. Oh you really going leave huh. Ha, you will be back, oh yeah, they always come back.”
My Favorite Christmas Drink
I never saw crack-heads on the island. Mainly drunks, some people love their fire water, but if you ask me, they are just as stupid and equally as dangerous. I was on the beach chilling, watching some kids play football – soccer to some of you. I saw a drunk in ragged old shorts and no shirt. That man was the skinniest person I ever seen. He looked like the rum was drying him up. He was using a cutlass to open a green coconut, but he was swinging it recklessly, becoming a danger to those closest to him. One of his friends tried to take the cutlass away from him and he became belligerent. More of his friends tried to reason with him, but he began swinging the weapon wildly.
“Call Babylon!” someone shouted, and the melee escalated. The drunk was not swinging at anybody who came close to him. He was screaming something about the devil and evil angels.
The police arrived but even they could not control the raging drunk. They shuffled around as if doing some kind of voodoo dance, then the drunk broke free and ran for the ocean. He splashed into the emerald-colored water, still holding the cutlass. He swam or waded until he could not stand, and then he started sinking. The police had no choice but to go after him. They reached him, grabbed the cutlasss and dragged him back to shore. When they got to the shore and laid him on the sand, laughter erupted when the people on the beach realized that he had lost his pants in the struggle. His little Dexter was exposed for all to see. That made the drunk furious. He started to fight again. He broke free and began running down the beach with the policemen in hot pursuit, followed by the crowd, laughing and shouting. They finally caught up with him when one of the policemen dropped him with a perfect football slide. But now that they had him down, they hesitated, not wanting to touch his naked body. They finally had to when he tried to get back up. You have never heard such cursing and screaming in your life as they carried him off the beach and to the police station.