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…

Cooking The Midnight Soap

Quarter to one on a (working) Wednesday morning.  The almost aggressive rumble of a hard boil is the only sound accompanying me. I’m cooking soap. Nights have always been mysterious.  As a kid, stumbling out of the bedroom, up front and into the dining room/kitchen area often found me face to face with Focusing Daddy,…

Spicy Peanut Quinoa

When my big sister went off to university in the UK, she came back bearing new knowledge.  Something to do with medicine.  More importantly, though, she returned to the islands enriched with tidings of new good things to eat, including a Ghanaian peanut stew.  Spicy, creamy, tomato-y, hot and lush, on fire from ginger and…

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,…

In honour of the Feeders

Feeder: a person who expresses love through the preparation and gifting of delicious edibles.   I’ve been blessed by the presence of many a feeder in my life.  My mother, who is known for producing fresh batches of bread and well insulated containers of frozen soup and tucking them into my suitcase at the end…

Cuss-Free Cooking

5:30 p.m.  I drift into the kitchen to make dinner.  I’m mellow. I shouldn’t be.  It’s been a full day.  A good day–at a community event, surrounded by good people, a rare day out with my fella (who I spend lots of time with, but usually just one-on-one).  After doing far more talking than I’ve…

Chickpea Souse

Every once in a while, I get a hankering for an old familiar flavour.  Growing up, one of the best breakfast treats was souse, a tart, fresh soup with a base of onion, sweet pepper, garlic, carrots, potatoes, and lemon or lime, seasoned with salt, pepper, hot pepper, bay leaves, and pimento.  Oh yeah, and…

…And Quinoa. And a Tear

Cooking has always been a family time for me.  Growing up, Mummy made the meals, then corralled us to set the table, pour drinks, and ferry dishes and plates out to the table.  Some of my classmates and the odd boyfriend over the years found it odd that our family always sat and ate dinner…