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Growing up in a Jamaican household, cooking flavorful meals was always a very important part of our existence. And when I say flavorful, what I really mean is hot. Curried goat, escovitch fish, jerk chicken — even some drinks were hot. My Cousin MaeMae made the meanest ginger beer, and I do sincerely mean mean. That nasty head cold of yours would pack up and leave town before you could finish a cupful!
I wasn’t usually in the kitchen for these preparations, but I would often peek in to see if whatever was cooking was ready to eat. The aromas that wafted around were incredible; the whole house would take on a warm, comforting feel. To this day, I feel that if you don’t cook regularly in your house, it isn’t quite home.
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