Grenada is in the Caribbean. It is small, like most islands. Twice the size of DC, it was "discovered" by Columbus himself. Oh, and we went there on our honeymoon cruise.
It was a Sunday and my brother's birthday, so we took a taxi to a Church and also found a restaurant with WiFi so we could send him a birthday message. Grenada is known as the "Isle of Spice" because of all of the spices grown and sold there, so we decided to order some stuff at the restaurant. Kevin wanted to try a "Cheeseburger in Paradise."
So instead we went and explored and looked for some spice shops and stands. We know we must have been getting into local flair because people kept asking if we were lost.
|Parliament building, destroyed by a hurricane.|
|Church, also destroyed. They were trying to get the funds to restore it.|
We eventually found spice shops and some more authentic food for Kevin. Crab spiced and cooked back in its own shell. He said it was delicious.
Anyway, Grenada = spices and good food. So I knew that I wanted a recipe that would really bring that to the forefront. Jerk chicken wings with plenty of spices? Score!
I actually started this the night before for once. Yay for planning. Not yay for separating the wing tips from the rest of the wings.
The rest of the prep was a lot less painful than cutting up the chicken. Throw a bunch of stuff in a food processor and whirrrrrrr.
And then there is the worst part of wings...taking all of the tips off. So much chopping just to get rid of a little bit of bone and skin. Does anyone know what happens if you leave them on? Just waste some marinade?
The wings continued to be fairly easy and just needed to be cooked. I'm not sure I followed the instructions correctly, but I tried. Oiled rack over a foil-lined pan. This seems right, right?
Grenada lived up to our memory of spices and smells and warmth. The wings had a bit of a kick and plenty of flavor. And other than having to chop off the wing tips, they weren't that difficult. Maybe I should make my own wings more often?
The rice, however...not-so-much. It was thick and just too much. I don't think we ate any of the leftovers.
I'm going to try really hard to catch up here soon. I promise.
Next time: Guatemala