Back in the 1950's my Auntie Titta's brownstone
in Harlem was "social gathering central"! Auntie Titta's house was a
gathering place where folks could relax, meet, enjoy fabulous West
Indian food, music, and friendship.
When Mom and Daddy were married, my Auntie Titta taught my Mom the West
Indian recipies my Dad adored and, these West Indian flavors were a
staple in our home. My
Mom grew up on a farm in South Carolina and was the oldest girl of 12.
She did not want to be working outside picking cotton, so, she was at
my Grandmothers side in the kitchen. All the fresh produce, poultry and
beef that they cooked, was raised and grown on the farm. True food for
the soul. Mom is a spectacular cook and I grew
up cooking and eating healthy organic meals, before they were in
fashion.
Auntie
Titta passed away when I was 14, but her spirit, zest for life and her
West Indian recipies were passed on to me. I've been a vegetarian for
10 years and fuse Mom's recipies, with Auntie Tittas with my years of
international travel and knowledge of vegetarian, vegan and raw
foods... what a wonderful
Mélange! 
Auntie Titta
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