It's early, I know this because the birds outside are still singing in the trees, the sun is also low in the sky, nobody else is awake except Mum, downstairs cooking up another weekend stew.
Ginger, garlic, lemon, and roasting chicken poured into every room, the pungent spices slowly flooding in like a cascading waterfall. Strong, hard and fast. It could only mean one thing, it was Caribbean slow cook Sunday.
For me, Original Flava, Caribbean Cookbook was to selfishly recreate smells from my childhood kitchen. Growing up, Mum was always cooking, mostly Caribbean food and smell of her favourite dishes instantly takes me back to comforting memories of her.
Before Mum passed away she made me scribble down how to cook rice and brown chicken stew. But I wanted much more, I wanted fried dumplings, jerk pork and beef patties too.