Esquire/The Seasoned Cook/

Two nonswimmers who burn under a reading lamp find themselves in midwinter baking on the beaches of Barbados. To escape the locals solicitiously hawking milky aloe vera in rum bottles, they drag their reddened bodies into a rented Mini Moke and jolt up the Platinum Coast. Already they’ve eaten their way through the tame flying fish and stuffed crab and callaloo at the places the guidebooks tout as showcases for Bajan fare. Now they’re in search of real food. Continue reading →