You Don’t Have to Earn Rest
“This is not just chai. It’s a pause. A permission. A reminder that rest doesn’t need to be earned—it needs to be honored.”
Jollof Rice
Let’s honor the dishes that crossed borders, fought alongside revolutions and made it to our tables deliciously. This is a memory. Come sit down. Eat.
The First Fire: A Summer Ritual of Smoke, Spice, and Heat
Gather in the backyard, with family and friends. Experience the moment – let the warrior rest for today.
DEI
The illusion of progress that keeps folding back on itself.
Guyanese cuisine
Guyanese food isn’t just something you eat—it’s something you live.
It’s the land, the ancestors, the heat, and the laughter at the street corner.
This piece is a love letter to the flavors that shaped a nation, born from struggle, migration, and unshakable joy.
Come take a bite of the story.The kitchen was never just about food
Once, the kitchen was more than a room. It was a world. It was where
we gathered to chat, have a cup of tea together, to peer into pots of
bubbling stews on the stove, and where we pulled emotions from
each other.A Record for the Days They’ll Try to Forget
They’ll say it wasn’t that bad.
That the raids were necessary.
That the violence was policy.
But we saw it. We still see it.The dish that remembers me
A shared meal, a shared memory—this is how we remember.
Colonialism 2.0
We often think of colonialism as something that ended long ago.
But some histories don’t end—they echo.
This is a reflection on the quiet ways empire shifts shape, and how its presence lingers in the fabric of everyday life.When Roots Are Burdened: The True Cost of Tariffs on Culinary Heritage
“This Is Where It Hurts”
Every spice on this table has a lineage. Every stamp, a severing. These hands don’t just cook—they remember, they resist. The war isn’t at the borders. It’s right here, in the kitchens, where culture is quietly taxed out of existence.
