The Roti Maker...
I felt driven to make roti skins one day and anyone who knows me, would know how left field that was. However peculiar the juxtaposition of my undying love for all things made with flour is to my strong dislike of putting my hands in flour mixtures of all types, I had a yearning to make my own roti skins
I at least had been schooled enough in this old art to know that I should buy some Ghee while doing my grocery shopping,... but I knew not much else. So I opened up my iPad, looked up "Trini Roti Skins" and much more than just a handful of Youtube videos popped up. I gathered my ingredients and cleared my space as I listened & watched as they all promised to make me an honorable inductee into the Roti Skin Making Hall of Fame.... and it was then that I knew that I would shock even myself with how AhMazingly good they would turn out.
About 30 mins into my maiden cooking adventure, following the video instructions to the letter and mentally giving myself the old attagirl, I was suddenly stopped....WHAT was that?
Something familiar,.... warm and soothing had wafted across my memory. It was so comforting and plesant, that it made me smile. You know one of those smiles that starts from somewhere inside you and spreads so far that it gently tugs at your lips. I stopped and stood there, with dough covered fingers and flour down my front, enjoying the familiar but distant warm fuzzy, while the cooks instructions continued in the background and I realised that I was smelling like my beloved Aunt Norma.
I had forgotten how delicious and wonderfully welcoming she smelt..... I smelt my hands and followed the aroma, I followed it back to my granny's kitchen and to breakfast with Tani Norm, to her broad pan fulled with bakes and to standing close to her at the stove when I would be called up for my cup of tea (sometimes garlic, orange peel or bay leaf. The garlic tea was my favourite).
She was always wonderful to me even when she would call my name in her high pitched voice to rebuke me. She was never mean to me, never rough with me, she would smile and say I'm going to tell your mother when she comes...... I was never afraid of her. I loved her, gently, quietly and deliciously. She knew everything and she was magic.....