Homeward Found

Found: ticket home. Found: old back yard. Found: teenage bed, teenage desk.  Grammy’s mirror (scoured Vancouver for one of this general style.  Directed to thrift shops.  Came back empty handed). Found: food.  Sweet potato, cassava.  Paw paw (it is NOT papaya, not in my hand, not in my mouth).  Okra fresh from the farm down…

Herbed Summer Patties

Today is Bahamian Independence Day! Living abroad, I miss the hustle and whir of the weeks before Independence Day.  Storefronts transformed by reams of fabric, aquamarine, gold, and black.  Heads adorned with patriotic weaves.  Foodstore cashiers attempting to ring up groceries with fingernails rivalling any bird of prey’s majestic talons, each tip bearing the image…

Fresh Fava Beans

In my mind, beans and peas exist in two categories.  You’ve got your eat-em-fresh-ers: snow peas, snap peas, shelling peas, and all the wonderful varieties of summer beans, from green string to cool purple varieties.  Then you’ve got your soakers: the dry legumes you pick up from the bulk section of the foodstore: kidney beans,…

To Crack a Coconut

When my very Canadian fella mentioned how much he loves coconut, I felt ethically obliged, as an Island Girl, to hook him up with the real thing.  By the real thing I mean fresh coconut.  Coconut that didn’t come out of a plastic wrapper.  Coconut that doesn’t use the word “dessicated”. Now before I get…