My home was filled with tunes from Bob Marley one chilly autumn morning. I had been living in Europe for several years at that point. “No woman, no cry” filled my home and whisked me away to memories of a warmer climate. Particularly when Bob struck a chord, literally and figuratively. Mr. Marley sang about cooking cornmeal porridge, of which he’d share with me.
That did it. I was whisked away in time and space to rainy, lazy, tropical mornings during my stay on Statia. I was greeted with the familiar smell of fresh cornmeal slowly churning in a small pot of warm, bubbling milk. Cornmeal porridge was the kind of food that was eaten during hard times. That is what the old folks taught us, and why Bob sang about it in his legendary song.