Jamaican food is an aphrodisiac, or suffice to say, the prospect of making and eating Jamaican food gets the girlfriend extremely happy and warmed up.
Yesterday we went to our favorite Caribbean joint for some curry goat and beef patties, two staples of the Jamaican diet it seems. She'd only mentioned going for it the day before for lunch but I passed on it since it would take too much time out of our workday... but this day, she needed it.
The day seemed to be against her; too many things had forged a maelstrom in her head. Too many thoughts, not enough focus. I was stepping out of my home office when she came into the apartment. "I ran into the gate. Don't ask me how," were her words. Following her order, I went outside as I'd needed to run a bank errand for myself. Sure enough, she'd bent the exit gate to our apartment complex. When I returned home, she was on the phone with her insurance companies and though she didn't show it right there, I knew she was frazzled.
Back to the subject at hand...
She needed Jamaican food and in a bad way. As we sat and waited for our order, we came across an ad for a market that catered to the island cuisine she so loved and wouldn't you know that it was fairly close to where we live. I promised her a trip there and so we went today.
It was a small market filled with wonderful aromas and sounds of joyful island music. She was totally at home in there, waxing nostalgic about the memories of growing up with these types of foods in her grandmama's house.
I snapped a few pics of interesting products while she shopped around for some spices and some goat meat.
"Oh, I just have to tell my sister about this place," she mused. The joy in her face was almost palpable.
We stopped on the way home at the grocery for a few more odds and ends and no sooner did we arrive home before she hopped in the kitchen and starting plodding away and making some traditional Jamaican food.
Ah yes. Today, Mr. Ice Cube, was a much better day than yours.
Yesterday we went to our favorite Caribbean joint for some curry goat and beef patties, two staples of the Jamaican diet it seems. She'd only mentioned going for it the day before for lunch but I passed on it since it would take too much time out of our workday... but this day, she needed it.
The day seemed to be against her; too many things had forged a maelstrom in her head. Too many thoughts, not enough focus. I was stepping out of my home office when she came into the apartment. "I ran into the gate. Don't ask me how," were her words. Following her order, I went outside as I'd needed to run a bank errand for myself. Sure enough, she'd bent the exit gate to our apartment complex. When I returned home, she was on the phone with her insurance companies and though she didn't show it right there, I knew she was frazzled.
Back to the subject at hand...
She needed Jamaican food and in a bad way. As we sat and waited for our order, we came across an ad for a market that catered to the island cuisine she so loved and wouldn't you know that it was fairly close to where we live. I promised her a trip there and so we went today.
It was a small market filled with wonderful aromas and sounds of joyful island music. She was totally at home in there, waxing nostalgic about the memories of growing up with these types of foods in her grandmama's house.
I snapped a few pics of interesting products while she shopped around for some spices and some goat meat.
"Oh, I just have to tell my sister about this place," she mused. The joy in her face was almost palpable.
We stopped on the way home at the grocery for a few more odds and ends and no sooner did we arrive home before she hopped in the kitchen and starting plodding away and making some traditional Jamaican food.
Ah yes. Today, Mr. Ice Cube, was a much better day than yours.