This is such an oil well for material that I will not even bother. Needless to say, however, it’s moments like that for which I believe the Father would have me be a non-meat eater.
I mean I was brought up by parents from Jamaica, steeped in the culture with a regular culinary diet that consisted of nothing but the best – and my mother was up there with the best. In all that time I do not recall (or maybe it’s been repressed, and for good reason) ever coming across such a seasoning or such a spice.
Sure, I know, I’m not in the kitchen long enough to inspect what’s there, but I’m pretty certain that I would know about something like this. But … what can I say? I mean what do you say? I mean obviously other than when the meal is prepared … ‘enjoy’?
For His Name’s Sake
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