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Estimated reading time: 10 minutes Chapati has always fascinated me because it proves one simple truth: roti is not just food — it’s memory, comfort, and survival. Across the world, this humble flatbread shows up on everyday tables, shaped by...

By the time we reached Week 51, I could hardly believe this series was nearing the end. One more Sunday left. When I started this project last January, I wasn’t sure I could show up every week. Life was happening,...

Estimated reading time: 5 minutes Sunday, December 7th was one of those end-of-year Sundays when everything feels busy and slow at the same time. I had been out Christmas shopping for most of the morning and came home starving. Luckily,...

Estimated reading time: 27 minutes This Week’s Story & How the Menu Came Together Some Sunday lunches arrive softly, almost choosing themselves. But Week 46 came from a different place — a blend of necessity, Thanksgiving prep, unfinished recipe work,...

Estimated reading time: 9 minutes This pot of Jamaican Stew Peas with Salted Pigtail came together as part of my Sunday Lunch Week 43 series, and honestly, it was inevitable. All month long, my social media feeds had been flooded...

Estimated reading time: 5 minutes Craving Comfort—A Slow Simmered Sunday Some Sundays are guided by tradition, others by inspiration — and for Sunday Lunch Week 43, it was a craving that refused to fade. All month I’d been seeing bowls...

Estimated reading time: 6 minutes There’s a quiet joy in the first pot of soup that ushers in fall or winter. For Sunday Lunch Week 39, I made a rich and creamy corn soup with pigtails, layered with the sweetness...

Welcoming Fall with a One-Pot Wonder Fall crept in this weekend, and the air carried just enough chill to make a pot of soup feel right. I wanted something warm, earthy, and distinctly Trinidadian—my ultimate corn soup with pigtails. It’s...

The plan for this weekend was supposed to be simple — even a day off. My younger daughter had just moved back into college, and once we got her settled in, I expected to stay with my husband in the...

This week’s Sunday lunch was unlike any other. For the first time in decades, I was cooking only for myself—and it felt both unfamiliar and strangely freeing. After days of indecision and flipping through mental menus—hops bread and lo mein?...