25/06/2026
One thing you'll never catch me doing is rushing my food.
Not because I can't.
Because that's where the love gets lost.
Some things just aren't meant to be hurried.
The seasoning needs time. The marinade needs time. The pot needs time. The flavours need time to get to know each other properly.
Growing up in Jamaica, food wasn't something you threw together in 20 minutes because you were hungry. It was part of the day. Part of the family. Part of the culture.
That's why you'll often find me checking a pot, walking away, then coming back to it again. Good food tells you when it's ready.
Could I rush it? Probably.
Would it taste the same? Absolutely not.
For me, cooking has always been an act of love. And love isn't something I'm willing to rush 🇯🇲