Mmmm! … I really fancy something sweet, or do I?

There are times when only something sweet will do.  I confess that I have quite a sweet tooth, OK, I admit it, a caramalised fang!  As a kid growing up I would always dream of dessert and regret dinner.  Nothing has really changed.  As an adult, and now as a mother I have learned to cook many culinary delights in my kitchen, but would quite happily skip it and move on to mmmm …. cherry pie.

I remember as a child at the dinner table, my Mum would have slaved over a steaming hot stove and prepared a delight, I obviously would have already decided, I did not want!

It might have been something exotic such as sweet spicy caribbean chicken bathed in a glistening sticky sauce, alongside a bed of red rice stained by the juice of rich creamy kidney beans, with a side order of summer salad with brightly coloured sliced peppers and a kick of cayenne, or fish fingers and chips.  Either way, I DIDN’T WANT IT!

All things considered, as a kid I was as thin as a rake, not unlike my elder brother, who was also as thin as a rake, but he had an enormous appetite.  We would always ensure to sit side by side at the dinner table.  The sole purpose of this pact was to ensure he was near enough to toss food from my plate to his without discovery from Mum.

Unfortunately, I was left to my own devices when he was out at one of his many sporting pursuits, such as football, then I was on my own so had to think of a way to rid myself of the unwanted meal.  So I would result to filling my cheeks!  Yes, just like a hamster, as I was often called after my sister when she discovered my trusted method.   I always had round full cheeks as a child, so you couldn’t really tell the difference, it worked wonders.  Mum was never the wiser and I would discard the contents when she wasn’t aware.  Go on, admit it, you have done it too!

I have since confessed this to her, and she gave me a look that brought me right back in time to sitting at the kitchen table again, aged eight years old.  Mums can do that kinda thing.

It’s amazing, thinking back today I would love to sit and eat that whole plate of sweet spicy caribbean chicken bathed in a glistening sticky sauce, alongside a bed of red rice stained by the juice of rich creamy kidney beans, with a side order of summer salad with brightly coloured sliced peppers and a kick of cayenne.  I certainly would appreciate it a whole lot more now. preferably sitting in a beach front restaurant in beautiful Anguilla.