Trinidad offers some of the best street food you can find. From breakfast to dinner to midnight snacks, the food you can get from the various stalls and carts outside will rival just about any restaurant’s standard fare. For me, when the late afternoon hours stretch into dusk, the sight of a stall lit with a cloth wick in a fuel-filled bottle can only mean one thing: the oyster man is open for the night. Or at least as long as his day’s catch lasts. Continue reading The Oyster Man
One of the perks of being married to my husband is that he loves to cook. And he’s more than pretty good at it. This is one of the dishes he prepares when we get nice, young eggplant at the fruit and vegetable market. It’s similar to baba ghanoush but with a few differences, the most relevant to us being that Tim will actually eat this. Continue reading Baigan Choka
I have been going nowhere with posting on this blog lately, it’s almost as if I were a giant spider who suddenly realized she’s in the middle of a mine field.
That sooo did not make sense.
Maybe I should just keep quiet and post photos instead. Like these shots from an Indian wedding we attended on our trip to Trinidad almost two months ago. Yes, it’s been that long. So long, it’s almost as if I were a a giant roll of dough in the hands of an expert noodle maker in China who—never mind.