This story was inspired by this blog post I wrote in 2013, and the 2019 Grenada Chocolate Festival. Even though the festival couldn’t happen physically this year, the month of May became Grenada Chocolate month, and…
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Magic of Carnival: Trinidad Inspired Cupcakes
I fell in love with Olatunji’s song ‘Thankful’ the moment I heard it. Even now, weeks after Trinidad Carnival, I find myself spontaneously bursting into song, belting out the lyrics as I walk around the…
New Zealand Inspired Cupcakes
Continuing with the destination cupcake series, this time we are headed to the other side of the world for Destination Kiwi aka New Zealand inspired cupcakes. The inspiration for this destination cupcake series actually came…
Grenada Inspired Cupcakes
Happy 46th Anniversary of Independence Grenada! On February 7th 1974 Grenada became an independent nation. As you can see from our flag, the nutmeg is an integral part of who we are. Grenada is…
Mystery At The Thistle Inn
Contrary to popular belief, Sydney is not the capital city of Australia. It’s Canberra. Neither is Auckland the capital city of New Zealand. While Auckland is New Zealand’s most populated city, the capital city is…
Food-ventures!
When I ran away to DC for Easter last year, my plan was to experience the city that I had lived in from the point of view of a tourist. I did a nighttime monument…
Popcorn Chronicles…Take 2
If you haven’t already, you should read Popcorn Chronicles first. I tried my kettle corn experiment again and the experience was much less disastrous. I took a different approach this time, so unlike my…
Popcorn Chronicles
You may remember from my last post that I really need to find something to occupy myself during this period of Funemployment. I think I’ve figured it out. I’m going to make popcorn. The idea…
Let The Good Times Roll
Laissez les bon temps rouler! When I started working on the social media accounts promoting AARP’s 2012 Life@50+ National Event & Expo I couldn’t wait to get to New Orleans. I spent hours each…
Breakfast Sunday: Mt. Moritz West Indian Breakfast
On Sunday morning bright and early my father came making noise outside my bedroom door and saying that I had fifteen minutes to get ready. It wasn’t even 6 a.m. yet so I was a…