That familiar, lingering scent of shadow beni, garlic, and pepper — measured not in teaspoons, but by instinct. A true Caribbean household measure. An afternoon treat that takes you straight back to youth, barefoot memories, and sticky fingers.
And because I’m rooted in balance these days, it would be followed closely by a tequila salt prune. Not exactly childhood nostalgia — but nostalgic all the same.
Some cravings feed memory.
Others simply belong to a different chapter.
Both matter.

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