FOOD IS CULTURE

Excerpt from a Memoir in the Making

Sometimes we complained about what mom cooked. “Why can we get burger king” “Do you have burger king money?” My mom would respond. As usual, we’d call dad who was working the swing shift to bring us something on his way home. Fast food was a thing more and more as we got older. But when we were younger we always had rice and peas on Sunday and maybe some jerk pork or jerk chicken. My favorite thing in the world was when dad made his famous pumpkin soup. He would never tell anyone the ingredients but it came out perfect everytime. I watch…