Sunday rice and stew is overrated, and I have been lying about loving it for forty years.

Confession: I have been lying about loving Sunday rice and stew for forty years. Rice, stew, one piece of chicken, every Sunday since I was a child, and now I make it for my own children. This morning my youngest looked at the plate and said again? and I felt a weight lift off my chest. We had beans and plantain. Nobody has been this happy since the 1990s.