Jerk that chicken
Yesterday I had some friends over for the night. We have been friends for quite a while. Our friendship began in Jamaica and it was so much fun reminiscing about good times on the beautiful island.
We talked about pulling off to the side of the road and eating jerk chicken and/or jerk pork for example. There was a specific spot called faith’s Pen that was as it seemed a plaza of jerk or pan chicken as it is often called as well. The little wooden shacks where they made the pan chicken was nothing to write home about but meant a lot to those who owned them as it was the pride and joy, it was there business. When we would pull over to buy our meal it was a difficult task to choose which one out of the eight different jerk chicken shops we should go to. Somehow they all did OK. After purchasing our chicken or pork served with bread, we had a choice of sitting by the shop and eating it there or taking it with us to enjoy on the way to our destination. I guarantee we always stayed and ate there, we just could not wait. Getting in the car before we started eating would be too long to wait for such an awesome meal. Man, we miss those days.
Describing the task of jerk chicken with it’s pure Jamaican spice would difficult to do on paper because the description would be incomplete. So, click here for a recipe to try it on your own.
It may not mean as much to you as it does me and my friends but I am sure you will have your own experience and it will mean something specific to you.




