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CUISINE: Guyanese and Barbadian food things – By Cynthia Nelson

Do you think we will finally see some movement and concrete action on the food security and nutrition partnership that is being talked about between Guyana and Barbados? I hope so. We like to talk nuff in this region and as the Bajans would say, we like to use ‘a lot uh pretty words’. But here is the thing, this is not the time for ‘no lotta long talk’. Am I being naïve in thinking that Barbados’ Prime Minister Mia Mottley being a straight talker and a doer, coupled with President Irfaan Ali’s delight that PM Mottley “…came with the intention to do personal, intentional and direct work…” that things will happen? We shall see.

As we await this much talked about partnership, I thought that this week I would share with you some Guyanese and Barbadian foodie things.            Continue reading

The best of everything: Guyana 1945-1985 – Nostalgia 16 – By Godfrey Chin

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Godfrey Chin -“Nostalgias”

January 28. 2007 – Stabroek News – Nostalgia 16 – By Godfrey Chin

In F Scott Fitzgerald’s novel, The Great Gatsby, one of the pastimes of the indulgent rich was prolonged conversation on “The Best of Everything and Anything.” Of course this was possible because in the thirties there was no television – the nemesis of banter and conversation between family and friends.

In subsequent years, the Best of Everything was extended by newspapers and magazines to annual polls on Jazz, restaurants, the worst dressed, the rich and famous, MVPs and today’s popular Sports Illustrated swimsuit issues.

In recording my Nostalgias I have always cherished the idea of sharing my best – titillating your palette to simultaneously evoke your best for comparison, especially since we may have been in the same church – different pews, different times – but all on the same heady, wonderful journey of life in ‘O Beautiful Guyana’ of yesteryear.

READ MORE: The best of everything: Guyana 1945-1985 – Nostalgia 16

Taste of Guyana – By Dmitri Allicock + video

Taste of Guyana

By Dmitri Allicock

Most Guyanese know but no songs are sung

That convey the taste of home like the tongue

Pepperpot and bread, our salt- fish & fry bake

That special taste of Christmas with black cake

Seven curry with fresh roti rolled flat with a pin

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By Dmitri Allicock

When I was a child in the 1960s most fruits cost one cent or a penny. There was a song of the time that said, “Mango ripe! Mango sweet! I want a penny to buy,” (repeat). That was very true of the times as most of us can remember. Sucking a juicy spice mango that ran down your elbow was a trade mark of the school children at Wismar or Mackenzie market place. A coconut base Salara, Bun or Biscuit and a very large cup of delicious Mauby to wash it down was five cents.

Fruits are always in abundance in the homes of the Guyanese. Native Fruits are seasonal but the varieties available ensure a ready supply at all times. Like most of Guyana’s flora, most fruits availability is also accordingly to the difference of the soil and its formation around the country, as each of these regions has distinct plants association and variation. Indigenous fruits of the highlands are less common and may not be seen in the coastal areas of Guyana.

Read more and view the pictures  here :GUYANA- A PARADISE FOR FRUITS

— Post #1460

OMG !!! SUGAR??? – By Ron Persaud

OMG !!!  SUGAR???

By Ron Persaud – rpersaud7@tampabay.rr.com

They want to regulate sugar!  Sucrose! C12 H22 O11. Oh! That sweet stuff I used to suck from a piece of sugar cane which my mother had thoughtfully and lovingly peeled for me. Do you remember how they sliced away the cane peel, chopped out the two “knots” and split the clean joint into four manageable pieces by two vertical slices at right angles to each other?

A vendor near the Georgetown Ferry Stelling went one better. He would squeeze the juice out of the sugar cane stalks on a portable mill and sell the sweet, cool liquid for 8 cents a glass. I can recall the milk-colored “squeezings” oozing as he re-doubled the rinds and doubled down on his efforts for yet one more time. As a youth I often had to guide my grandparents’ age group around the city; the hospital, Post Office Building etc. Their trip would end with me accompanying them to the stelling for the beginning of their homeward trip to Leguan. My reward was a “small piece” and a glass of cane juice if the vendor was there. Continue reading

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