The aroma of freshly
macerated cinnamon sticks and smashed nutmeg, permeated the atmosphere.
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Cinnamon
Sticks
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Nutmeg
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The monotonous sound of grating a dried coconut echoed faintly in
the background.
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Grated
Coconut
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If my gastronomical intuition serves me right ,it can only be
coconut sweet bread .Hastily making my way closer and closer to the monotony, I
was greeted by a mélange of other ingredients, drained and chopped Red
Maraschino cherries, plumped golden raisins soaking in what I thought was good
dark rum.
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Maraschino
Cherries
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Golden
Raisins
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I briskly slivered my petite phalanges towards the bowl,
waded my fingers in the transparent concoction and enticingly licked my
fingers. It was rum off course, because my aunt’s sharp reflexes divided the
air and summoned the wind while serving me a quick slap. I stared at her in
bewilderment, and blurted out, “So I wouldn’t get piece of the sweet bread when
it done make aunty.” She laughed and said, “Yes you would, but little chirren
han not supposed to be fingering tings”. I chuckled, “ Aunty I jus like food,
how it taste, how it smells and how it feels between my fingers.”
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