By Niko Stevens Street food, whether bought from a cart or prepared at home, always has three things in common: grease, salt, and a flavour you can’t forget. But in Trinidad, another ingredient is added to the list; spice. Caribbean doubles are no exception. For most, spice is the extra kick needed to take the dish from good to great. But for a seven year old kid with taste buds best acquainted with buttered noodles, it was the thing that summoned tears to the eyes. On my first visit to Trinidad, my vendetta against spice put my family through all the stages of grief. At first, there was sympathy and denial. Oh, he’s just too young. Just tone it down a little. Then he’ll eat it. Then, there was bargaining. Just try some. You’ll probably like it. Then, outrage. A kid who doesn’t like doubles? Who won’t eat spice? Followed by pleading. Well, you have to eat something. And then, when all seemed hopeless, there was my Nanny, with the solution. “How about just the bara?” she suggested. Hesitantly, I followed my Nanny to the sizzling pan, where the next batch was frying on the stove. (Background photo not mine) |
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