No, not a rude person from Jamaica, but rather today I made roast pork with a jerk marinade. Unlike all of my other cooking experiments, where I read recipes and then think I’m a better chef than everyone else and just make my own up, this time I accepted the fact that I know nothing about Caribbean cuisine, and used a recipe.
This one, in fact, from Caribbean Pot, and it’s fantastic. The one change I did make was using a much milder chilli instead of the hot peppers, because my mother can’t handle any kind of heat anymore (much to her chagrin). The great thing was that it was still incredibly spicy, just not hot. A winner of a sauce, all told. I mean, if it’s me-proof, it’s a pretty good recipe.
I’ve been quiet these past few days, but in my defense it’s not (entirely) down to laziness. More just…preoccupation with things that aren’t easy to write about here, mainly a lot of reading and research and pondering that I group under the big banner of Getting My Shit Together. To be completely honest, Dream Big, Dream Often‘s recent series on goal setting and To Do lists has spurred me on to get off my ass and get busy with all those things that I should be doing…but never get around to doing. So when I can organise this productivity into coherent blog posts, you’ll be the first to know.
On a semi-related note, I am going to get up early in the morning and go for a run. It’s such a hideously uncharacteristic thing for me to do, so I am stating it here for the record so I have no excuse to not do it. I’m trying to outsmart myself, basically. Wish me luck.