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Its Sunday lunch

Well, well, well, what would have been for Sunday lunch when I was a kid. I heard Mommy Charles in the kitchen, she was humming again. I wanted to get up and go see what she was doing but instead, I stayed in my room and sniffed the air. Wait a second, wait a bloody second, is that seasoned chicken, hmmm, I do believe so. Looks like there is more hot pepper in it than usual. Hmmm, smells like there is a little curry in there too. Man this is going to be great as usually. I wonder what next she doing. I heard the pot clanking, the spoon hitting the kitchen counter. Then I heard a cracking sound, I thought, hmm what could that be? After the second crack, I knew exactly what it was, corn. Man, I was intrigued now, what was Mommy Charles up to. I heard the crumple of a brown paper bag opening, the quiet thud of flour falling into a pan. Ohhh could that be the beginnings of dumpling. A few seconds later I know I was right as I heard the pan scrape across the counter as she kneaded the flour. Then I heard the chopping of tomatoes and the bubbling of water in the pot. Still I tried to figure out what she was cooking. The scent floated from the kitchen throughout the house and into my room. The quiet Sunday was interrupted by my stomach rumbling. I got up walked through the drawing room and peeped into the kitchen, Mommy Charles was not in there. I looked at the pot, steam and aroma bellowed out of it. I looked around making sure I was alone, after all I was too young to mess with a hot pot. I tip toed into the kitchen, stood looking down at the pot on the coal pot. Without thinking I picked up the cover, ohhh what I saw was so enticing, it was a chicken soup, one of my favorite meals. Ohhh yes, there was  corn, dumplings, chicken, dashin, and some tanyas floating in there, and of course I could smell the butter. And the smell was so intoxication I almost fell over like the village drunk. I was so engrossed with the food I did not pay attention to my burning finger. I screamed and dropped the pot cover. Immediately Mommy Charles said. “Andy, you not interfering with the pot of food are you?”  “No mamie.”  I said dancing around and waving my hand in the air. I found a kitchen towel, picked up the hot cover and recovered the pot. That scent made me forget my burning fingers. I walked back towards my room, stopped to snag a banana from the dining room table, after all, that damn cooking made me hungry. Thus was the magic of Mommy Charles cooking.

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Fish Soup Day

Boi, I fell like ah fish soup. Go to de garden and get some carrots, some figs, pepper. Also bring me some thyme, celery, and rosemary bush, I go cook dung de best fish soup ever. Which one yuh want, red snapper or flying fish eh? Never mind, I go chose. Now get dem ting and dem while I knead up the dough for the dumplings and dem. Oh and pick ah lime too. Yes me friend, I go cook dung some good waters wid nuff nuff ital. in dey. De whole village go want a taste yuh know, cause nobody could cook a fish soup like me, nobody.

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Ohhh What wonderful lunch it would be dig in right now.

I stood in my kitchen wondering what I can cook for lunch today. Hmmmm, oh yes hows bout some Yellow Split Peas Soup with yams, green bananas, eddoes, dumpling and a touch of pepper to give it that kick, ohhhh yes, me stomach rumbling, me eyes watering, I want to dig in right now, feel the warmth coarse its way down me throat. All the different flavours was like carnival Monday in me mouth.

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Hmmmm, what can I wash that down with? Oh yeah, hows bout a cold glass of sorrel, the clinging of the ice in the glass. Ahhh that taste, that Christmas taste.

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You know, I can still eat some more, but I want something sweet, oh yes hows bout a slice of pumpkin pudding, yes, I think that would do just fine.

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Ahhh yes, that will do. Put all of this on the dining table. Look over the feast. Time to eat, scooped a spoonful of soup and brought it to my mouth. It was then I work up.

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Good Marning people

Good Marning people

Miss Mabel, come get you fresh fish nah, dem fisher man and dem have ah real good catch you know. Oh yes, I go make some good waters for lunch I tell you. Yes gul, I done prepare de veggies and dem, kneed up de dumplings, pick de pepper, I ready to go, just bring de fish come and hurry up.

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Sunday Lunch? Hmmmmmmmmm

Sunday Lunch? Hmmmmmmmmm

Ohhh boy me stomach rumbling already. Look at that broth, I could smell the seasoning, all that pepper, carrots, tomatoes, dumplings, Irish potatoes. Its like biting into paradise. Hmmm, that’s what I am going to make today. Off to the kitchen, Sunday lunch coming up.

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Hmmmmmmmm Lunch???

Hmmmmmmmm Lunch???

All ah dat vegetable,, wid some dumplings and tomatoes, and breadfruit, man me just got real hungry you know, so instead of writing, I go go to de kitchen and cook up some ah dis ital.

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Lunch Anyone

Lunch Anyone

Green Bananas, Salfish, and Dumplings

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Calaloo

Calaloo

Hmnmm may be some calaloo sup for lunch today.

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The pots ah bubbling on the island

The pois ah bubbling on the island

I see dumplings, lots of dumplings,

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Rainy Day Food

Rainy Day Food

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.