Showing posts with label Jamaican food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jamaican food. Show all posts

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Ugli. Produce of Jamaica.

In Canada it's mid-winter. Wild berry season is faint memory. Nothing succulent will bear on bush or tree for months to come. For those of us raised on the perpetual bounty of the tropics, finding familiar fruity favorites can feel like a Survivor quest.

Just as the spice trade of yore seduced European tastes, so too does NAFTA's econo-facilitation of exotic imports, from unfrozen parts, keep mouths drooling when farms and farmers freeze up north.

Enterprising brokerage, serving Canadian multi-cult reality, augments produce shelves in supermarkets. The ubiquity of Jerk condiments simply isn't the whole food story, so I, for one, choose to head for the fruit displays. My new Bodum juicer has been working overtime since Christmas, and it's kept me in a citrus frame of mind.

I target various types of Orange, Grapefruit, Honey Tangerines, even Tangelos. This time the scavenger hunt yielded Ugli.

No surprise, this fruit is named for its appearance. The somewhat scrotal crumple of the external rind may be visually unbecoming, but it's an easy peel, and, nectar within is touted as being more sweet than tangy.

Ugli is a unique hybrid of Grapefruit, Orange and Tangerine. I'm told it's now grown Down Under, but this is another of those Jamaican originations the world has taken to, and a Jamaican company remains the primary patented producer.

Clearly I'm not one to ignore analogy. I find it difficult to resist extrapolation - beyond reproductive innuendo, into the realm of cultural association itself. As Jamaican in metaphor as it is in genesis, perhaps there is philosophy bred into this fruit.

Out Of Many, One People is Jamaica's motto, mirroring the composite chromosomal makeup of Ugli. Similarly, aspects of Jamaica's socio-schizoid geneology can give one impression while being something else entirely.

Fortunately, stripping away superficial layers ultimately reveals a thing of beauty. The smaller of my two fruit, suitably splayed to expose a suggestion of proto-labial fecundity, cried out to be instagrammed atop Uncle Rick's hand-crafted cake-stand. The larger one I juiced and guzzled, despite finding it not quite as sweet as propaganda promised.

Citrus lends itself easily to grafting, to wit, it's not unusual to pick Oranges and Lemons from the same tree. Come to think of it, this does beg comparison to certain complexities of the contemporary Jamaican zeitgeist.

The good. The bad. And ... the Ugli.

Friday, May 18, 2012

... feed me ...

    ... so, me see dem a fly down, for white beach in sunshine,
 an' riddim, rum, runners, roots-wine,
palaav' and pree pretty girls,
modeling all those fancy curls,
like the likkle tune weh Bunny and Bob sing,
back a Guinness, Stripe, Tru Juice, cool Ting ...

... yeh, see dem a come, one I-grade hexpeer'ence,
dancehall in session, beat two fence,
trash! ... cris' bashment clothes,
strike paparazzi video-light pose,
but when I reach I mus' hit the right note,
first chance I get ... man a nyam sweet curry goat!


JAMAICAN GLOSSARY
"palaav'" - palaver, chat, chat up, conversation 
"to pree" - to check out, notice, assess intently
"likkle" - little
Stripe - (brandname) Red Stripe, Jamaican beer
Ting - an award-winning Jamaican grapefruit soft-drink
"I-grade" - high-grade
"hexpeer'ence" - (pronunciation) experience
"beat fence" - gatecrash
"trash" - from "trash and ready" meaning looking good
"cris'" - crisp
"bashment" - party
"to nyam" - to eat

Friday, September 4, 2009

... so ... why ackeelover?

... it's bound to come up eventually so consider this a pre-emptive reasoning ... ackee is one of Creation's more esoteric fruits ... tropical advantage makes it known only in certain parts of the world yet it is known of in wider latitudes due to its notoriety ... the story of ackee and its fusion with the DNA of Jamaica has been told ... wiki-information is extant ... and though ackee is not revered everywhere it is found, I come to testify to the incomparable appeal of this heartical food ...















... according to a wiser elder in my family I manifest the same ackee-loving gene as a great-grand aunt who loved it as much as anyone ... when he told me of this a few years back I came to understand my predilection for ackee ... as more of a divine right to eat plenty ackee ...

... whenever Belafonte sings about it, travellers and foodies talk about it and researchers learn about it, the mythical dimension of ackee takes on a life of its own ... and ... each person's frame of reference will likely come with a beat and a story to tell ...

... well ... reggae is a storytelling music and all kinds of everything have been complemented with a score ... here I'm reminded of a Third World Band musical touchstone,"The Story's Been Told" LP from 1979 ...




















... admittedly the record has nothing at all to do with ackee, but the title track celebrates the telling of true stories ... in history and culture ...











... and ... polishing off a plate of the real thing under optimum conditions is a like having a meal of history and culture ... nourishment for belly and soul ... the ears too, if we throw in the sweetening soundtrack ...

... the compromise of the canned fruit when you find yourself far from the tree is not to be regarded lightly ... it's a nex' bes' ting ... experimentation in the name of cuisine is all good too ... I've even had homemade ackee vol-au-vents recently ... hostess did herself proud ...

... ackee trees came to Jamaica with African slaves and their traders ... over the passage of time the Caribbean centrifuge blended in salted codfish, specific local flavours and several layers of addictive verve ... the results are reflected in the name of this blog, wherein the ingredients combine for succulence ... like the everlasting artwork on these early Worl'er albums and the fulfilling aural foods inside ...

... then there was her slyly mis-pronounced, flirtatious semi-query..."a-key-lover?" ...

... boong bang!

... now ... glad you asked?