cooking
I went from the comic shop to my very first Jamaican food experience. I was greeted by overwhelming spices, soap operas blasting on the corner TV and a short elderly woman lounging in a recliner.
childhood
I showed up to the dinner table in my ninja suit and pulling out a large butterfly knife to cut my meat. We were having Vaca Frita (Cuban Fried Beef) and my butter knife just wasn’t sharp enough.
cooking
cooking
I’ve never been a food “snob,” whatever that means. I can even see the positive side of a gas station chili cheeseburger cooked in a greasy microwave.
chicken
One of my first food memories is hanging out with Mimi and cooking Arroz con Pollo. It’s seemed like we used to eat Cuban chicken and rice at least once a week. As a grown-up, it’s still one of my favorites, reminds me of home and family.