For me, Sundays = food. Growing up, Sunday brunch consisted of ackee and saltfish and fried dumplings. Now that I’m grown, I try to carry on the tradition. When I was in law school I would often host some of my friends at my apartment for what I would call “Saltfish Sundays” and I’d cook…
It’s beyond rare that I find a “product of Jamaica” in a large chain supermarket here in Montreal. I guess today was my lucky day. I stumbled upon “ugli fruit.”
I don’t know where you might be reading this, but the place from which I am currently writing this post is as cold as ever. Tomorrow’s supposed to be a high of -13 C. That’s right — a “high.”
Everything is iced over.
How I would love to be in Jamaica right now. But I’m not. I can’t, at least not for the time being.
So I bring the Caribbean to Canada with my cooking. As far as I’m concerned, I may not be in Jamaican, but Jamaica is in my heart. 🙂
Enough of the mushiness already. 😛