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I still remember mama's cooking.
It is said that one never forgets , no matter what age, now matter what stage, mama's cooking always remains,etched in my memory.
I remember her famous fried chicken, her stewed peas( hold any Jamaican man) and rice the aroma of succulent pork, not often ,but a taste to die for.
I remember her Sunday special, it was always special, as it was that time of the week for bonding, I looked forward to that, Sunday matinee on then JBC ,Sunday family chit chat.
Tales of what happened at the hospital, the gruesome,detailed tales,lol, but somewhat riveting,almost as interesting as the movies.
I remember mama's cooking. Come to think it she was always there to cook Sunday dinner, even now that I think about it, she must have been exhausted, after a long ,arduous day at the hospital, but never failing ,she was always there to cook Sunday dinner.
I remember mama's cooking.
Mama always seem to have the touch, that special touch to make everything taste delectable, anything ,Calaloo, greens of some sort, which I guess most children hated at some point,curried goat,dumplus, and her chicken soup,hmmm!!!, THAT!! I have fond memories, the cure for any and all ailments ,whatever it was ,it was just right, after all ,its my mama's cooking.
I remember mama's cooking.
She taught me how to help myself, as in the future, believe me came in very handy " A man must learn how to help himself in the kitchen," she always said.
I remember mama's cooking.
Even when at play one knew that ,by the fragrance from the kitchen that dinner was nearly ready .Funnily enough her cooking was the bench mark ,all others are judged , wifey, girlfriend, if its not up to mama's standard ,you better learn and learn quick.
She doesn't cook anymore , ( sigh ) but wherever I go ,I still remember her cooking ,my mama's cooking.
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