Manguuhhh *Mango*


So its almost Mango time when the mango tree start to bear and di blossom inna everybody yaad. Being in the States now specifically where I live its not that easy to find an abundance of mango like it is back home. I only come across one type of mango. But if you are like me and believe that mango is the holy grail of all fruits then you know yearly I go to the ends of the earth to find perhaps a few juicy ‘East Indian’ or ‘Fine skin/Blackie’ mango.
What I love about mango is its versatilities. It can be eaten whole ofcourse ripe or ‘turn’ as Jamaicans would say meaning half ripe, roasted and as a puree among many other ways.

Roasted Mango


🔸1 *turn* half ripe mango

🔸2 teaspoons of virgin olive oil

🔸 2 tablespoon of brown sugar

🔸Himalayan pink salt (just a pinch)

Cooking instructions:

Step 1. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.

Step 2. Peel and pit mango, slice into sections, place mango slices in a baking pan.

Step 3. Drizzle the virgin olive oil evenly on each mango slice. Do the same with the pink salt and the brown sugar.

Step 4. Roast for 5 to 7 minutes or until the mango slices start to brown around the edges.

Step 5. Ready to eat!


Yum Yum 😋

Carnival is Woman


I came across this photo while stalking everything that remotely consist of the hashtag Trinidad Carnival…..what? Where? Who? When? U name it i was in full #IdidNotGetToGoToTrinidadSoImmaStalkTheLifeOuttaItOnSocialMedia mood lol it sucked. Anyways from the photos and videos that I saw it seemed like everyone had the time of their lives. Then I came across this stunning thought-provoking photo and it sent shockwaves all through my body. She not only wore this costume she embodied it!….she lived it!….she owned it! This is what carnival is about its a celebration of our ancestors….what they did, who they were and what they stood for. She showed strength….empowerment…traditions…..boldness….culture….tenacity….tribe….fearlessness and that is exactly what carnival is about. Carnival is Woman!!





Soooo…..I came across this photo sometime ago and it brought back so many blissful memories. The nostalgia associated with this picture got me smiling from ear to ear.  I remember one instance so vividly when I got some rope that was laying around the house and decided to build a swing. I was very determine to get that swing. I attached the rope to the #11 mango tree inna mi yaad (still there) and secured it as much as I could. I got a piece of board and squeezed it in between the ropes and away I went back and forth…weeeeeeeee………😁😀 swinging the hell out a that swing trying to go as high as I could. Suddenly I was on the ground wid a buss head crying lol. However I look back and I wouldnt have changed it fa the world. I am proud of the upbringing I got in Jamaica. The tree climbing, the barefoot strolling, the ring games…..mannnn……nothing the most smartest tech can create that will eva come close to these sweet sweet memories and experiences I had as a child.

Proud Island Gal
Proud Jamaican