It’s no exaggeration when I say the way to my heart is a Trini Dalpuri roti. I had my fair share of it when I visited home back in 2010. I wasn’t a blogger then or you know I would have been taking food pics like crazy, selfie, selfie. A few days ago I spotted a blog post by Ronke Lawal on Who’s For Dinner blog. In her blog Ronke said, Language may be diluted but food has a way of reminding us of who we really are. Food for me is where my comfort lies
It’s so true,I didn’t have any crazy cravings during my pregnancy I simply wanted food from home. I guess I wanted the sense of security and comfort that mum’s home cooked meals would provide.
Becoming a mum myself was new uncharted territory for me that was exciting and scary all at once. For those brief days I reverted to my younger self. Mum combed my hair, held my hand whenever I crossed the street (which was a bit weird). She also made me:
Fried Black Pudding
Breadfruit Oil Down
Trini Pelau rice
and lots more in my time at home with her and my family. The roti I bought from the shops along with sides of curried pumpkin and channa (chickpeas). In the food was the love, the history and family connection.
There’s nothing like the taste of home to make you feel special. Don’t you think? What’s your favourite meal from your country?