
THE SCENE: My lips started off with a low-grade tingle and then flared up into a fire engine burn. Careful not to touch the jerk seasoning again, I put the lid back on the blender. "So that's what three habeneros taste like." I said to the faded photo of my Great Aunt, Lulla Rina. She smiled back at me, as she had for decades. She was holding my brother Damien - a chubby baby boy - in her soft, grandmotherly arms. He'd be 33 if he were alive today. And he'd probably love … [Read more...]

























