Ohhh what is a tropical boy to eat for a snack on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Hmmmm, nothing store bought, no chocolate, no candy, I want something really sweet but natural. Ohhh te choices, Mangoes, plumbs, mammie apples, bananas, skinups, oh man, what shall I have. I stood at the back door looking out at the garden, that’s when it hit me, Sugar Apples, yes, that’s sweet real sweet. I ran out to the tree, oh yes, luckily there was some rip ones on the branches. I picked a couple, sit down under the shade of the tree and bit into one. Ohh the creamy goodness, like nature had grown ice-cream straight out of the ground. Yes, yes, this is the life.
After that lunch, well a red blooded tropical boy needs a snack, so I make me way to the back yard. Man all them choices, plumbs, red and China, golden apples, paw paw, chenttes, oh lord, how to make up me mind. Then I turned to the mango trees, them things were ripe for so. Ok mangos it is, time to climb that tree and do some serious picking. Yes boy this going be some juicey eating.
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.
Oh I feel like some breadnuts right now/
I can really go for a snack of golden apples right now. Oh the sweet taste of this tropical fruit, golden, like the sun. Ahhh close my eyes and a little Obeah and maybe I will have them here in front of me in West Virginia.