On a January holiday, I was lucky enough to spend three weeks in a lovely house on the beach in Barbados. My then-boyfriend’s mum had rented the house for three months so, for the cost of the airfare, we got a holiday in a house where the sea was literally 10 metres from the back porch. For a sun-loving Aussie, it was perfect.
Diane, my then-boyfriend’s mum, is the sort of woman who wants what she wants. If it isn’t on the menu, she does not care and will order it anyway. Such is her personal charm, the kitchen always seems to comply with her requests.
During this gorgeous holiday, we went to a restaurant where Di had had coconut prawns with mango before. It was not on the menu but the kitchen cooked it for us. Because, of course they did. Di wanted it. Maybe it was the crashing waves, the heat and the company but this is how I want a summer’s night to taste.