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Celebrating Labor Day with a Caribbean Flair

Pop and I in 1970 at the Labor Day West Indian Parade in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. And, me in 2010 at Trinidad Carnival.

When people hear Pop passed away on Christmas Day 2020, I typically get the “That holiday is going to be hard…” I get why they would think that. However, there are other significant times and holidays that were so much more special to Pop and our family. Well, Labor Day was a holiday and special moment that Pop loved over many others. And, the last few days have been a lesson in that grieving is truly a very slow boil process. But, even with a slow boil it can bubble over. However, even through the grief I get to be grateful for the beautiful memories to include a holiday that Pop loved.

Evidence A: I noticed something interesting, when I went off to attend Howard University and all the years after. The Labor Day holiday became the one time of year Pop ALWAYS desired for me to come home. Not Christmas. Not Thanksgiving. Not his birthday. But, for the weekend of the Labor Day West Indian Parade. So much so, during our Morning Pop Talks, he’d attempt to entice me with, “I’m cooking cod fish and coco this weekend.” And/or he’d ask “You coming up?” “You here?” And, when I didn’t travel, because this event has been steeped in family tradition for many, many years, I could feel the energy of his pout 220+ miles away.

Evidence B: The image of me and cool a$$ Pop was taken 51 years ago in 1970 at the annual Labor Day West Indian Day Parade on Eastern Parkway in my beloved Crown Heights, Brooklyn. I was almost three months shy of my fourth birthday. I post it today on Labor Day in honor of my family and friends, and especially my father and mother (both Trinidadians). After carnival in Trinidad (the crème de la crème of Caribbean carnivals), Brooklyn’s is next in line across the world. This parade has grown to annually play host to at least 1.0 million revelers. Of course due to COVID it’s not taking place in its normal format. However, the New Yorker’s West Indian spirit is not to be stopped from celebrating and liming in their own way.

Evidence C: In the 1940s-1950s, both sides of my family (grandparents, aunts, uncles) migrated to Harlem from Trinidad. The first Caribbean carnivals in NYC took place in Harlem and then moved to Brooklyn. Pop said the parades could have been larger back then, but many did not claim their Caribbean roots as a result of stigma and/or unhealed wounds. But, not my family as they would participate and play mas from Harlem to Brooklyn with Trini pride. This is to include my Aunt Barbara.

Pop and Aunt Barbara helping Uncle Elmo get ready for the Labor Day West Indian Parade in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. In the 1970s.

Evidence D: While growing up in Brooklyn, me and my immediate family lived four blocks down the hill from the parade (Crown Street bet. Troy & Albany). My grandmother lived one block up from us on Carroll Street. My Great Aunt’s Helen and Sybil lived down the hill, as well as my Aunt Vilma, who still lives down the hill on Brooklyn Avenue. Growing up I would attend the parade with family and family friends. That is until I got grown enough to attend with my friends. 😆 But regardless of how family branched out, it was always our tradition to connect at the same spot on deh parkway. This is on Eastern Parkway & Brooklyn Avenue, which is right at the corner of our family church, Church of St. Mark. This always preceded and proceeded with a stop at my Aunt Vilma’s house, which is considered Labor Day liming headquarters. And, even up until two years ago (pre-pandemic), the tradition was still intact. It is such a lovely time.

Evidence E: Three people who I loved to experience their Labor Day weekend flow through the years were Pop, Aunt Vilma, and their first cousin Joan (would come up from DC). Even into their 70s-80s years of age, from visiting the Pan Yards, to the Steel Band Panorama, to Kiddie Carnival, to J’ouvert, to the parade, they would hang hard. I loved experiencing their enthusiastic, energetic, and loving connection. Now fast forward to the 2000s and my nieces and nephews are carrying the torch. In 2019, I attended the parade while Pop was in the hospital. It warmed my heart to see my nephew Clive upholding the family tradition of jumping up and enjoying the parade at our family spot at Eastern Parkway & Brooklyn Avenue. It truly is in our DNA and threw example to embrace our Trinidadian Roots. To include my pilgrimages to Trinidad for Carnival, participating in the DC and Baltimore carnivals to play mas or mud band, while feting from sun up to sundown. To even corny rituals with friends, such as me and Lisa never letting the day go by without a 🎶Mondaaaay on deh Parkwaaaayyyyy!🎶 shout out. 😍🤣 And, because of my pride I loved the opportunity to introduce friends such as Margo (RIP) to the experience.


Nephew Clive and I in 2019 at the Labor Day West Indian Parade in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.
“We are Daughters of the Diaspora!! Born and/or raised in the U.S., but having a strong connection to our cultural roots. Grateful to our parents for raising us up to love ourselves and love others!!” — Carla Brown
Childhood Brooklyn and St. Mark friends at the Labor Day West Indian Parade in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.
My Howard Marching Band Bison, Tau Beta Sigma National Honorary Band Sorority SisTAU, and dear friend Margo (RIP) at one of our many DC Caribbean Carnival Parades.

I thank God and Pop for blessing me with these roots for it has enriched my life in profound and joyful ways. As you can see this has been in me and of me before birth. Who knows what the future holds for the parade in Brooklyn and even in Trinidad. But, one thing is for sure is that Caribbean folk will always lime and fete like none other. And, I will do my best to honor Pop and my ancestors for years to come. And, I hope you will find time to exhale and have fun in your own traditional and new ways. Enjoy your day, however, you intend to celebrate. Be safe. Love! RIP to Pop and my beautiful ancestors. #BeDoLove #CaregiversMatter #CrownHeightsBrooklyn #WestIndianDayParade #wiadca #TrinidadAndTobago #JumpAndWave #SweetTAndT #SocaIsInMyBloodItsInMyVeins #PuffBallsDontCare

2018 was the year before Pop became ill. That year we made our first trip together to Trinidad. It was perfect timing. Pop was a month from his 89th birthday.

🎶Trinidad! Trinidad! Where my people…🎶 — Naya George, Trinidad (Right Hand) https://youtu.be/-O0r9aZca40

“Lime” is a word used in Trinidad and Tobago and throughout the Caribbean as a synonym for “a gathering” or “to hang out.” To lime (liming) is to simply pass time and enjoy yourself, with your tribe, in whatever way you like!

This one is dedicated to Margo. Swinging Engine by Burning Flames – https://youtu.be/V-P0Pbit4wQ

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Yummylicious Mofongo in DC

Me and Rassii at Qui Qui.

The Backstory First: Growing up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn I hung out with the Garcia family who lived in the building next to where my family lived. As a budding foodie child, I enjoyed Ms. Garcia’s home cooking. Rice and beans and steak… Mmmm… But, her pancakes with the crispy edges I’ve never forgotten and have aspired to prepare the same way since. But, why did they never hip me to mofongo I don’t know? Fast forward to the past few years where I’ve heard the mention of Mofongo to include by my friend Dereine. So I had to do my own investigating.

Well, last Friday was “Friday Treat Night” and I nudged my dear friend and partner in food crime Rassii and a couple of other dining friends to put on our exploring shoes. DC has a couple of new and authentic Puerto Rican restaurants and one of them is Qui Qui, which is in the Shaw area. Their Shrimp Mofongo was so delish and flavorful to include several other dishes and sips. The vibe was nice and quaint. The Latin music had Rassii and I chair dancing. And, Jose our server and the young lady that greeted us and was making the cocktails were on point. Truly a satisfying Friday “Treat Night.” First time caller and I’ll definitely be back.

My “Friday Treats” were:

Painkiller: 8 Yr Barbancourt Rum, orange & pineapple juices, Coco Lopez and nutmeg.

Morcilla con tostones: 2 blood sausage links made in house and served with tostones de platano. PS: I saved a link to have as breakfast the next day with eggs over easy and multi-grain toast with blueberry, lemon, and honey jam.

Shrimp Mofongo: Fried/Smashed plantain, seasoned with garlic oil and topped with shrimp.

Pastel de Ron (to go): Rum cake layered with walnuts and sprinkled with powdered sugar.

About Mofongo: Mofongo is a Puerto Rican dish with fried plantains as its main ingredient. Plantains are picked green and fried, then mashed with salt, garlic, broth, and olive oil in a wooden pilón (mortar and pestle). Mofongo’s roots lead to the African fufu, mixed with some Spanish and Taíno influences. Fufu is made from various starchy vegetables and was introduced to the Caribbean by Africans in the Spanish New World colonies such as Cuba (fufu de plátano and machuquillo), Dominican Republic (mangú), and Puerto Rico (mofongo and funche criollo) this also most likely includes Colombia (cayeye), Ecuador (bolón), Costa Rica (angú), Amazon region and Peru (tacacho). — Wikipedia

Mofongo reminds me of Cou Cou, which is a Caribbean dish made with corn meal.

Mmmmmm… Bon Appetit! Cheers! Enjoy! #BeDoLove #FridayTreatNight #SelfCareMatters #FindYourZen #LivingOutLoud #BeDoLoveSAVOR #BonAppetit #Yummylicious #Yummyliciousness #Foodie #FoodieLife #FoodPorn #ExpandYourPalate #TasteDC #DCFoodie #QuiQuiDC #OffTheBeatenPath #DMV #Mofongo #ShrimpMofongo

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A Sunday Serenade

I rose this morning reminded of how Sunday is my favorite day of the week. It’s such a calming and peaceful day, where I get to reset and rest while relaxing at home, and/or tap into my spiritual gifts/practice of writing or chefing, and/or gather, connect, chat, and laugh over a relaxing and delicious brunch with loved ones. Oh, and cherry topped with a GOOD nap.

Thank you to my dear Howard Bison/Showtime friend, frat brother, and talented trumpeter Michael Fitzhugh for this Sunday morning gift of the hymn, “In the Garden.” Mike recorded this hymn with pianist Leona Lowery, Saturday night, August 21, 2021. Hearing this special hymn created pleasant memories of Pop (RIP) whom I can hear him joyfully and beautifully singing and whistling to it. I also fondly think of my Aunt Vilma, who to this day can sing this song so beautifully. Click here to be serenaded by Mike and Leona (https://youtu.be/Gr15e9rxtRE).

Sidebar: Here’s a video from Thursday, April 16, 2020 of Pop singing Psalm 23. Listening to it now, I wonder what he was going through that day. https://youtu.be/mFwbIbU1TdY

Mike playing “In The Garden.”

Thank YOU Mike for always sharing and blessing us with your gift of music. And, RIP to your brother David.

Whatever is done on this day and all of the Sunday’s forever more, I pray for us all for it to be done with love, peace, joy, laughter, and gratitude. Peace all. Enjoy this beautiful day made just for YOU! With Love, Kathryn #BeDoLove

🎶 And He walks with me, and He talks with me,

And He tells me I am His own,

And the joy we share as we tarry there,

None other, has ever, known!🎶

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25th Anniversary – Paying Homage to Those Who Believed in Me

Today marks my 25th YEAR ANNIVERSARY at Research Director, Inc. WOAH!!! For some reason I don’t keep track of my work anniversary date. So I’m always surprised when my boss acknowledges it. If not for the pandemic, we’d be celebrating together. PS: I haven’t seen my work husband, Fred since I left the office last March. He’s been holding it down without me. I hope he forgives me.

To think this journey began prior to working at RDI. At Howard University I majored in Broadcast Management. In a School of Communications class taught by Professor Carver at Howard, he would always growl that “Most of you won’t be working in communications…” I made him my teacher BBF and when connecting after I graduated, I’d be so excited to share where I was working. And, he’d be so happy and proud hearing that I was working in my field of study. First in advertising as a media buyer and now as a research consultant for radio stations across the U.S. Well, Professor Carver, who became Dr. Carver passed some years ago, but I’ve never forgotten him and the impact he’s had on my life to this day.

Today, I dedicate this 25th anniversary to you Dr. Carver, hoping you’re smiling down on me with that smirky smile and the same feeling of pride. I’d like to also give a Bison shout out to Dr. Merritt, Professor Hull (RIP), and Carol Dudley, who are/were other impactful Howard University “School of Communication” faculty who taught, supported, and/or mentored me along the way.

Here’s a special thank you to Julie Heath, who as a previous partner at Research Director, Inc., interviewed me at her kitchen table (before we moved into an office building), hired, and modeled and inspired me to be the radio research consultant that I’ve bloomed into.

Let’s not forget the current partners, Marc Greenspan (who at that time also owned that kitchen table) and Charlie Sislen, who continue to teach me all they know, and have allowed me to spread my wings and support the company to thrive and grow as The Ratings Experts.

And, a warm thank you to all including my radio industry clients whom many I can now call friends. From working with stations across the U.S. owned by Radio One, Cumulus, Renda, Crista, Local Media, Audacy, etc. It has and will continue to be a wonderful journey.

I am truly grateful and blessed for the experiences and the people I get to work with (and those who’ve gone on to other pastures). I’m also amazed and blessed to have been able to flourish in various roles through the years (supervisor, customer service director, product development) where I’ve had the opportunity to learn, grow, and be of contribution to my colleagues and clients. Oh, and that has allowed for paying the mortgage and partaking in all of the wonderful things that give me joy and purpose. Can you dig it?

Well, I’m going to get back to work and earn my keep. Yabba Dabba Dooooo!!! And, as Pop would say, “Have a good day. Be safe. Don’t work too hard. Love!” Be blessed. Be grateful. Be safe. Be well. Enjoy. Peace. Live. Love. Namaste. #BeDoLove #FindYourZen #LivingOutLoud #LiveAndBreatheYourSoulFULLPurpose #RadioWorks

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I’m Complete – In Double Rainbow Heaven

I am abundantly grateful for the serendipitous and divine blessing received on our final day at the Sonesta Resort Hilton Head. To think this morning I almost missed this magical moment all for the sake of sleeping in. Yet, I awoke for sunrise part II. The clouds were the main attraction of the sunrise on this here morning, but, still couldn’t outshine the sun.

As we’re chatting and enjoying the comforting early morning sea breeze, Jill turns my way, glances off behind me, and then looks at me intently, and calmly and slowly says “Turn around slowly.” Me in terror mode because of the way she says it, turns slowly… And, lo and behold, it’s a beautiful and vibrant DOUBLE RAINBOW! (Oprah scream!) Me, Jill, and Michelle in unrehearsed unison jump up with pure joy and excitement, as the rainbows’ magical and radiated presence show off as if just for us. Similar to the sun rising yesterday, the rainbows felt up close and personal as if we could climb them and slide down. While in awe inspiring bliss of the rainbows, our excited inner child’s giggled, danced, and skipped as they faded just as magically as they appeared and as we departed the beach area. See video here: https://youtube.com/shorts/YB2Yzq4nhXc?feature=share

SIDEBAR: A double rainbow is said to denote transformation. The primary rainbow represents the material world and the secondary rainbow, the spiritual world. Therefore, a double rainbow indicates a spiritual transformation for the onlooker. Seeing double rainbows is considered to be promising as they signify new beginnings and good changes.

With departing today, this moment had my trip feel complete and truly divine. I’m delighted that I placed my trust in the spirit guides and my dear friends/travel buddies with their nudging to go on what I consider my first healing trip, even in the midst of a pandemic. Well, mission accomplished, indeed. We could have just as easily missed this moment if not for slowing down and being present to God’s presence and gifts.

Me, Michelle, and Joy.

We all have to pick and choose what works for us to be fed spiritually, especially during these concerning times. Allow your intuition and spirit guides to lead you. Yours may be guiding you to take a trip. Or it could simply be to go on a nice walk or hike. Plant a garden. Strengthen your cooking muscle. Paint. Dance. Whatever it is or they are, do what works for YOU! It’s not a one size fits all. But, again DO IT! You are deserving.

As Pop would say, “Have a good day. Be safe. Don’t work too hard. Love!” Be blessed. Be grateful. Be safe. Be well. Heal! Enjoy. Peace. Live. Love. Namaste. #BeDoLove #Sunrise #SunriseZen #SunriseSunsets #Rainbow #DoubleRainbows #FindYourZen #LivingOutLoud #LiveAndBreatheYourSoulFULLPurpose #OffTheBeatenPath #HiltonHead #SonetaResortHiltonHead #Lowcountry #Wanderlust

https://www.sonesta.com/us/south-carolina/hilton-head-island/sonesta-resort-hilton-head-island

https://themindfool.com/double-rainbow-meaning/

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Join Me Today For HBCU Sports Talk

Please listen in today, Saturday, June 19 from 10am-12pm EST as I join Montoya Smith as a co-host on his Mental Dialogue talk show. LISTEN HERE: http://tobtr.com/s/11959869. CALL IN 646-787-1691.

The topic is “CAN FORMER NFL PLAYERS COACHING AT HBCUS RETURN THEM TO GLORY?” In the past HISTORICALLY BLACK COLLEGES AND UNIVERSITIES (HBCUs) had regularly put players in the NFL to include Hall of Famers, JERRY RICE & WALTER PAYTON. Our special guest HOWARD UNIVERSITY’s Head Football Coach, LARRY SCOTT, who made headlines this year by turning down NICK SABAN’s offer to be an assistant at ALABAMA, drops by to discuss if he thinks the recent hiring of former NFL players DEION SANDERS at JACKSON ST. UNIVERSITY and EDDIE GEORGE at TENNESSEE STATE UNIVERSITY can help them and other HBCUs regain some of their former glory. SANDERS also made national headlines recently when he expressed his disappointment that no HBCU football players were selected in this year’s NFL draft. Are our HBCUs unfairly overlooked by potential COLLEGIATE ATHLETES, and will this influx of NFL PLAYERS as coaches improve recruitment and possibly boost enrollment at HBCUs? What competitive advantages does he think HOWARD and other HBCUs offer STUDENT ATHLETES; and ultimately what does he hope to accomplish by remaining at HOWARD? MENTAL DIALOGUE asking the questions America’s afraid to ask. #MentalDialogue #GiveUsYour3Cents

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Happy Heavenly 92nd Birthday Pop

It’s our beloved Pop’s first birthday not physically here and his presence, laughter, charm, wit, and wisdom are missed tremendously. I’m sure he’d love if you include him (and his loved ones) in a prayer and honor him with a toast/sip today.

Pop’s birthday message in 2020 on his 91st birthday.

Last year, when Pop turned 91 his message was “Let them Be.” I’m so grateful I captured this video (click link here https://youtu.be/uT07rfCW-3o) at that time as it’s filled with the essence of Pop to include his loving doses of joy, laughter, charm, wit, and wisdom. This video will never get old. Because of Pop’s unconditional love, it allowed me and the lives of those he touched to “BE!” It’s a message to us all regarding the importance of allowing others to “BE” who they are meant and called to be and not who you think they should be. And, remembering we all have our own unique personalities and purposes, that should be nurtured to flourish, bloom, and BE!

Pop, Happy Heavenly Birthday! I’m filled with gratitude today remembering the gift you were to us all and continue to be as you work your magic now as our ancestor and angel. You are #BeDoLove. You are the man, the myth, the legend. We love and miss YOU and your sweet giggles! 😍 Cheers to YOU Pop! 🥃

In the words of Pop “Have a good day. Be safe. Don’t work too hard. Love!” #MorningPopTalk #BeDoLove #FindYourZen #LivingOutLoud #BirthAndLiveYourSoulFullPurpose

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Adventures of a Healing HAWT Caregiver – Pour Into YOU

With boot season unofficially over, I ventured out for my first pedicure since pre-pandemic. I desiring a nice yummylicious pedicure. And, yummylicious it was as LaToya at Fiona Nail Lounge (next door to Parkway Deli in Silver Spring) worked her magic to include a sugar scrub and hot stone massage. It was my first time having a hot stone massage on my feet and what I was looking most forward to. Thanks Danielle for the recommendation. Click on the link and check out LaToya working her magic. https://youtube.com/shorts/Vae7S565fw0?feature=share

“When was the last time you did something for the first time?” — Unknown

Self-care and self-love are necessary for your physical and mental health, especially in these pandemic streets. Our lives and sanity thrive on acts of self-care, especially with those things we love to do, which I call my “sweet spots.” While, LaToya said I did a good job taking care of my feet during the pandemic, it felt so good getting out and being pampered. Oh, and being touched. OOOOO WEEEEE!!! I emerged feeling refreshed and renewed with my yummylicious Fred Flintstone Yabba dabba do feet and toes 🤪, which I inherited from Pop (RIP).

Often times self-care is overshadowed by the multi-tasking and overwhelmingness of life. And, being a caregiver adds another level of lack of exhale time. Self-care may mean being okay asking others for support to include time for you to get away even if for an hour. This means releasing the conversation of not wanting to burden others or thinking you may seem weak or selfish for thinking of you and for making the request. We must be mindful and purposeful with our well being and caring for our mind, body, and spirit. If not that self-imposed “S” on your chest will have to fight your developing severe illnesses such as depression, high blood pressure, diabetes, and/or cancer. Ask me how I know as I’m still working through these panic/anxiety attacks. Caregiving during COVID was a bytch.

Oh! I also recently participated in creative therapy. I’ll come back to share about that.

Repeat after me, I matter. My needs matter. My health matters. My self-care matters. My life matters. I desire and deserve PLEASURE, JOY, FUN, and LOVE!

While fighting for and nurturing others, take the time (even if brief) to love up on and pour into you too. Trust, I know it may not come easy, but it’s necessary. Take time to do something good for YOU in this new rebirthing season of Spring. Allowing hope, faith, and love to be your guides. Pause! Breathe Deeply! Exhale Long! Repeat! Enjoy! Namaste Loves. #BeDoLove #StartingToFeelLikeMyself #InMyHappyPlace #MySweetSpot #FindYourZen #LivingOutLoud #NewMomentNewOpportunity #BirthAndLiveYourSoulFULLPurpose #CaregiversMatter #SelfCare #Suckerlicious

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All Mother’s/Women Matter!

Happy Mother’s Day Mom! 💜💜💜

There’s no comparison of the love between a woman and the child/children she’s birthed. Hands down Mothers’s ROCK and should be celebrated for their selfless love. Let me add that this day should also be about ALL women who’ve nurtured, loved up, and poured into our children. Our young adults. Our men. Our tribes made up of other women. Parents. A stranger. A co-worker. Etc.

And, let’s not forget those who have lost their mother’s and/or children through death or estrangement. Do not reach out for fear of awkwardness to these lovelies to include those who haven’t birthed children. A simple call to say “I am thinking of you.” could make the difference in creating a joyful spark to a sorrowful heart.

I’ve been a mother to many, including MYSELF. Thank you to all who’ve allowed me to tap into my mother heart, especially Pop during my caregiving days. And, the myself part is a word right there. To include today exploring and treating myself to brunch at DC’s new Yardbird Southern Bar & Table. As this day at times can be a bit much for me. To include now processing my mother (whom I honor and celebrate today) not knowing who I am due to dementia and the complexities of our relationship. Not to mention I’m still grieving the loss of Pop. So today I mother me as this is the first time I’m dining with myself since the pandemic started. That’s crazy in itself. But, a start as I begin to feel like myself.

So today and ALWAYS connect and love up on our queens who may not have children but have played a special and loving role in your life and/or the lives of your loved ones. There are many women nurturers who haven’t birthed a child out of choice and/or unfortunate circumstances. We matter too. We deserve to be celebrated too. With an acknowledgment, you just may make someone’s day today who’s feeling sad/depressed and as if they don’t matter because of societal norms. When they certainly do. To YOU I say, You matter. We are grateful for you. You are loved, valued, and appreciated.

Today I thank my mother and all the women (And, Pop too, as he’s mothered me many a days.) in my life who’ve loved up on me. Hugged/held me and my hand through the rough patches of life. Smiled a loving smile that filled me and my heart up. Been a cheerleader and showed up for me. Fed me. Dined and sipped with me. Nursed me. Showered me with acts of kindness to include a loving heart and presents. Extended an invitation. Said, “I love you.” and “You’re beautiful and amazing.” You’ve saved and affirmed me and my life many a days. I hope you’ll choose to do the same for others today and ALWAYS! Happy Mother’s Day to YOU ALL! Enjoy! Cheers! Love! #BeDoLove

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Adventures of a Healing Caregiver Who’s Still HAWT – Yummylicious Asian Theme Culinary Exploration

I can hear Pop saying “You got carried away with yourself.” Me: Tee hee!

I’ve always wanted to try my hand at Hong Kong Style Sea Bass, after it being one of my fave dishes at one of my fave restaurants, Carlyle. Well, VOILA!

Yesterday I prepared Hong Kong Style Sea Bass. And, instead of preparing regular white or sticky rice, I zhooshed it up with an Asian Sticky Rice. Similar to a fried rice, but sticky icky.

For the Hong Kong dish, instead of topping the dish with the raw scallions and ginger, I sautéed them (along with peppers and dried shiitake mushrooms) in the sauce. I cooked the fish in butter and put the top on to steam. https://www.food.com/recipe/hong-kong-style-sea-bass-254415

For the Asian Sticky Rice, the dried shiitake mushrooms made the difference. A nice taste and texture. I had to make a special trip to the International Market for glutinous rice or sweet rice. Which isn’t sweet and is gluten free. I see Mango Sticky Rice in my future, which requires the same kind of rice. https://www.chewoutloud.com/asian-sticky-rice/

Mmmm… 😋 Bon Appetit! Cheers! Enjoy! Love! #BeDoLove #SelfCareMatters #FindYourZen #LivingOutLoud #BeDoLoveSAVOR #BonAppetit #IChefToWriteAboutIt #Yummylicious #Yummyliciousness #SeaBass #HongKongSeaBass #AsianStickyRice #FoodieLife #FoodPorn #ExpandYourPalate

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