Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

I think the best way to start this off is to give you an understanding of my relationship with food. First, we have a relationship. That should say something. The healthy person eats to live, and I live to eat. photo courtesy of www.grandparents.com I'm not sure how it all started honestly. My memory only goes back to about age 4 and at that time, I wasn't conscious of much of anything. I didn't think about my body. I hadn't compared it to anyone else. I was just as clueless about food. I never thought of eating too much or too little. I don't recall being hungry at that age. I just remember being fed. I was a picky eater. Cold cuts made me nauseous. A hot egg sandwich could be ingested but if you tossed a hot drink in the mix (like tea or cocoa), I was tossing cookies. If my dinner had too many ingredients, I picked around it. My mom was always one green pepper or onion slice away from ruining my meal. The only thing I ate to the last drop without fail was pi...

Being a native New Yorker, I can appreciate a good Jamaican Beef Patty with soft sweet cocoa bread. In fact, I have spent the majority of my eleven years in Maryland searching for a Patty that was comparable to the ones I savored back home. [Enter Patty Boom Boom]. My life changed tonight. While walking down the U Street Corridor (Washington DC), I walked into a lounge that I have been to once before known as Patty Boom Boom. They play old and new skool Reggae music upstairs and serve drinks that make me feel like I am on an island letting my hips sway and jamming the night away (this feeling only intensifies after the first two drinks... beware: the drinks are sweet, but strong!). Since I was working my night shift and had no time for dancing, I stopped in for a beef patty. I had seen the pattys before, but never bothered to try one. BIG MISTAKE. I asked the cashier what to order and a goat and guava patty was recommended. GOAT AND GUAVA? Me being the dedicated foodie I am, I had t...