Sweetbread Quotes

“Christmas in Barbados

I miss being in Barbados in December,
That is a time I always remember,
The smell of varnish on the wooden floors
and the smell of paint on the wooden floors.
The smell of cloves as the ham was baked
And the smell of the rum in mother’s fruit cake
The smell of coconut as she bake de sweetbread,
And the smell of the cloth, as she made up de bed”
― CHARMAINE J FORDE

“He orders an expensive bottle of Rioja and we begin our tapas extravaganza with plates of dates wrapped in bacon, langoustines in garlic and butter, chorizo in a tomatoey sauce, and a miniature Spanish tortilla (potato, egg, and onion). Our medium-rare steaks are set before us along with a basket of thinly sliced, golden crisped fries. I'm happy to see that Frank enjoys food- with no mention of any weird hang-ups or allergies.
"I was hoping they'd have sweetbreads on the menu," Frank says.
"You like sweetbreads?" I ask, my heart expanding at the mention of calf thymus.
"I'm an organ man," Frank says, taking a sip of wine.
"I know a place where they make great sautéed sweetbreads," I say.
"You?" he asks, a look of pleased astonishment spreading across his face.
"Love 'em," I say. This mutual infatuation with organs bodes well.
Cutting into the steaks with sharp knives, we put morsels in our mouths, close our eyes as if we've died and gone to heaven, chew, and groan, the salty, bloody juices trickling down the backs of our throats.”
― Hannah Mccouch, Girl Cook: A Novel

“CHRISTMAS IN BARBADOS

I miss being in Barbados in December,
That is a time I always remember.
The smell of varnish on the wooden floors
and the smell of paint on the wooden doors.
The smell of cloves as the ham was baked
and the smell of the rum, in my mudda fruit cakes.
The smell of coconut as she baked de sweetbread
and the smell of the cloth as she made up de bed.
The sounds of "Moussa" as he played "Nat King Cole"
The sounds of "Lassie" as he played…"Coming in from de cold".
The hustling and the bustling of the Bajans buying Christmas gifts,
The sights of Taxis, giving Bajan Yankees a lift.
The barrels on top of the lorries and the vans,
The cases of sweet drinks and the baking pans
The young people in town buying a new Christmas dress,
The smell of hair that yuh mudda just press.
The crowds in de Supermarket buying up the rum,
And the music blasting, “Puh Rup a Pum Pum”.
I am usually glad when de New Year begins,.
A month later, "Courts and Manning come back fuh the things.”
― Charmaine J. Forde