culinary adventure

Yesterday I embarked on a culinary journey. One that awakened my senses and my pallet. So there I was going on an impromptu lunch date with my husband. Yeah I know, these are the little things that help keep the spark alive. He had just the day before dined at the Pink Plantation House restaurant and thought it was an experience worth sharing. Excited I accepted the invitation with the Knowledge that the proprietor is known for serving food that is worthy of praise.

You see the Pink House Restaurant is operated by the same folks who own the Coal Pot Restaurant so you know there is no disappointed there. After quickly getting through the regular lunch time traffic in Castries I heading for the hills. The Pink House is said to be over one hundred and fifty years old. It is located on Morne, on about Two acres of land, which affords one a panoramic view of the City, While feasting on delectable delights with the soft sound of music wafting on the warm tropical air. The ambiance was completed with the personal touch of Michelle's hand crafted dishes and paintings coupled with the strategically placed relics which had survived more than a century from slavery to emancipation to present day with the sole purpose of adding to my dinning experience.

So there I was staring at the menu, taking in the aroma of freshly fried hot bakes and trying to decide what to order.

My order came soon enough and resembled a work of art not to be devoured but rather admired. That was just a lingering thought, for I quickly dug into my creamy curry jumbo shrimp meal. Every morsel was an experience to treasure. Rice never tasted this good. I sampled everything which was set before me from the sweet potato balls to the cabbage gratin and it was scrumptious. Imagine the flavor of curry cream laced with fresh mint. Yes it brought a smile to my face. This is living indeed.

In that moment all thought of calories and moderation were far removed. It focus was on taking it in and making a memory. This coupled with the perfect lunch date (great company and conversation) made going back to work a shame. We all know that all good things must end and more so great things, so with the mental note of returning to savor the sweet nectars cooked up at the Pink Plantation House I paid the bill and left.

Today I am having authentic trini doubles for lunch. A far cry from yesterday.