Acassan

I was walking in the super market when I stumbled upon a brand name I was very familiar with in Haiti : “Madame Gougousse”. It’s funny how the little things that you’d pay… Continue reading

Pâte feuilletée vs. Pâte brisée

Normally, Pâte feuilletée is used when you’re making/preparing  appetizers such as little patties. But for some reason, I prefer Pâte brisée. I have to stop for a minute to explain the difference between… Continue reading

Haitian bread

Haitian bread……..mmmmm  ……….oh Haitian bread. I don’t think there’s anything quite like it. Especially caressed with some butter and accompanied with a cup of good REBO cafe (or any Haitian coffee). I remember those genial… Continue reading

Soup joumou (Squash soup)

Normally/ Usually , soup joumou is served/prepared on January 1st. It’s a historical tribute to our declared Independence on January 1st, 1804. The newly freed slaves consumed it because such meal was forbidden them by… Continue reading

Sos pwa (bean purée)

Sos pwa is served almost every day in Haiti. It’s white rice’s best friend. They just go along so well. Today I wanted to cook something simple. But I totally forgot that the… Continue reading

Kibbeh (Kibi)

I was only 17 or so when I first tried Kibbeh (Prounounced ” Kee-bee”  in French and Creole) .  Every time I eat it, it reminds me of a dear friend of mine… Continue reading

Good Friday

Today is good Friday! In Haiti, during the holy week, meat is usually not eaten. But that rule is mostly stressed on good Friday. (Vandredi Sen- Vendredi Saint). On that day, Mom would have… Continue reading

Potato-Codfish croquettes

A friend of mine took me to  try a potato-cod fish croquette a while back. It was so good! .. and spicy! So I was wondering if I could also make it. Well, I… Continue reading

Blé (Wheat)

Ingredients: 1/2 cup of red beans 1 cup of Bulgar Wheat 1/4 of onion 1/4 of tomato one leek crushed with a mortar and pestle salt,black pepper, thyme and parsley garlic 1 tbsp… Continue reading

Chiktay Aran So (Smoked Herring Chiquetaille)

I was never really allowed to go out until the age of 17 when I attended a dear friend’s prom night. My parents have practically kept my sister and me prisoner inside our… Continue reading