Today, marks the 98th anniversary of the birth of Rosa Maude Boyette, my Mother. She passed on before reaching the age I am today, and before I, still young enough to call her Mommy, had the chance to store enough indelible memories to ease the heartache of her absence almost five decades later. Memories of this Kittitian mother of four mostly stem from stories told long ago, the faintest of recollections inspired by old photos and cups of sweetened hot milk flavored with a drop or two of vanilla, accompanied by shortbread sublime in it's simplicity and pure goodness.Yes, it always comes down to food with some of people.
Count me in as a member of that particular tribe. You may know one of us, maybe you are one of us: who holds a mental menu for every occasion, whose waves of grief, elation, terror, curiosity, fury and boredom are no match for a well executed sole meunière, Mac and Cheese, or whatever makes ones tastebuds tingle at that particular moment.