How you all doing?
Yesterday morning, I been thinking how, if I been back home, I woulda been tripsing out with the sunrise to the market.
The morning fresh like the world start over, the sun and dew-in-the-long-grass and birds and earth and everything in between feel like they singing. Hardly any traffic.
At the market, I meet and greet and gyaff (chat) with vendors, and I give change to beggars who, when they collect enough money, buy hot breakfast, complete with tea. One o' them does probably feed he drug habit, but who is me to judge, what if the man is buying food instead?
Going home, I drive into the rising sun sitting in a sky full o' orange and pink, tangerine and grapefruit and peach colours. I does find meself singing loud-loud.
After breakfast, I empty me basket, wash the earth off everything cos, yes, it is produce straight from the soil. Everything come in they own natural skin, not wrap-up in plastic. And too besides, I like to support the market vendors.
|That ain't a banana...is a plantain.|
One o' me favourite food that I buy is breadfruit. It taste like potato and sweet potato mix-up together. but the texture is not so soft. You can make chips with the green one, curry with the half-ripe one, pie with the ripe one, milk-shake with the super-ripe one.
If you come to visit me back home, I gon make a good ole-fashion fish-soup like the one I make last week, right here in Merica, for me and Ma. Plenty onion, garlic, celery, yam, sweet potato, potatoes and spinach. And fish, naturally.
And for dessert, I would feed you fruit. I hope you don't mind. Honest, we fruit taste like bliss. They gon make you' eyes roll over in you' head in ecstasy.
|Sweet, milky star-apple gon drive you wild.|
|Papaya ripe in the sun.|
|Sapodilla is like caramel and butterscotch.|
As you can see, I like me food all natural, none o' that artificially-inseminated-flavours.
Oh! If you don't like fish soup, I can make something else.
What you like eating?