Nostalgic.

So there is a valid reason as to why I haven't updated in a little over two months. I was away. In a faraway land. My family, on both sides are from Mauritius. It's a little island, off the coast of Madacascar, in the Indian Ocean. Which begs the question: Why did they come here? Where it's cold almost eight months of the year. Believe me, I ask the question of why do I live here?? Mostly when I'm scraping the snow off of my car.

 

The very first things I ever learned how to cook were Mauritian. And I grew up in a odd hybrid of languages in terms of cooking. It took me ten years to figure out that cinnamon and canelle were the same things. One is just in french, which is what it was referred to in my house. But it was kept in a jar with no label on it, so I never knew that they were the same things, until I started cooking myself. Same thing with cilantro.