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Yep. Bhunjalable. It's a little rubbery but still pretty good in a nice bhunjal reduction.
The largest i saw in BBP,taste good
when well cooked.
Oh no this wasn't a bad time meal. I had this for the first time in like 2008 in America. Some Guyanese relative was visiting and they asked what I wanted so I asked for snails. They were absolutely appalled.
My grandfather who spent decades in French Guiana developed a taste for French gross foods (including horse) so he and I share a passion for gross foods.
No member of my huge Berbician family eats this or any other gross creature. This is just a Shaitaan and his Francophile grandfaddah thing.
Asian stores sells it in my area,tried it
once here too rubbery.
Mih tawt yuh seh youse a beef man only
Mih tawt yuh seh youse a beef man only
Nah. He said he cyant eat food wid no meat. And y'all taat I doan pay attenshun.
Mih tawt yuh seh youse a beef man only
LOL
yea I did. Keep in mind, I also eat alligator so this isn't so strange for me
As bad as edda bush was, it cyant be as bad as dis.
Why would anyone eat de crap some did in GY? Never ate labba, never had iguana never had watrash yuck
As bad as edda bush was, it cyant be as bad as dis.
Oh My Allah. I can't stand eddo (didn't know you could eat the plant).
Eddo is some kinda cross between snot and puke.
As bad as edda bush was, it cyant be as bad as dis.
Oh My Allah. I can't stand eddo (didn't know you could eat the plant).
Eddo is some kinda cross between snot and puke.
Edda good if yuh nah gat aloo? It is kinda yucky though.
As bad as edda bush was, it cyant be as bad as dis.
Kaz .. like you are not a country bhai,when as kids
helping out in the farm a pot is prepared with all
ground provisions,plantains and fresh fish caught
from the trenches top off with some young tanya
leaves eaten on sucker leaves,that meal was the
best.
As bad as edda bush was, it cyant be as bad as dis.
Kaz .. like you are not a country bhai,when as kids
helping out in the farm a pot is prepared with all
ground provisions,plantains and fresh fish caught
from the trenches top off with some young tanya
leaves eaten on sucker leaves,that meal was the
best.
I agree with you that we town bais didn't have as much exposure to as many things than the country bais.
Our job is to educate the Indians that the PPP Jagdeoite is not a party that cares for the working poor Indians. PPP killed sugar at Skeldon. They built the new factory to steal billions. The factory is a nightmare.
Educate them that the PPP rules in favor of the the bourgeoisie, not the poor people who continue to get red water, blackouts, poor roads, no recreation, trash not picked up, drains not cleaned, rice field canals not being dug, etc.
Tell them under the PPP, they are not any more secure. Tell them under the PPP, they still have to go to GT to be mugged by the robbers there in order to get govt services.
Unless they are gluttons for punishment, they will vote PPP again. If Granger apologizes for Burnham's sins it will go a far way to appease the older folks who remember the Burnhamite days.
As bad as edda bush was, it cyant be as bad as dis.
Kaz .. like you are not a country bhai,when as kids
helping out in the farm a pot is prepared with all
ground provisions,plantains and fresh fish caught
from the trenches top off with some young tanya
leaves eaten on sucker leaves,that meal was the
best.
I agree with you that we town bais didn't have as much exposure to as many things than the country bais.
I lived in GT Durban and Symth st one of Neville(Besto)
house early 70,enjoyed the life for two years,doing all
kind of work,last job before i went back to the country
was at Plaza cinema i used to walk from there to home
midnight with out no fear.
I recalled window shopping on water st,any way went
back and work traveling from the country WCD to
Mohamed Radio and Electronics(tech job)
at Robb ST in 76 to 85,used to see Cheddie chatting
away with small crowds in Robb St, i knew all the bad boys
in that street.I enjoyed both city and country life.
I lived in GT Durban and Symth st one of Neville(Besto)
house early 70,enjoyed the life for two years,doing all
kind of work,last job before i went back to the country
was at Plaza cinema i used to walk from there to home
midnight with out no fear.
I recalled window shopping on water st,any way went
back and work traveling from the country WCD to
Mohamed Radio and Electronics(tech job)
at Robb ST in 76 to 85,used to see Cheddie chatting
away with small crowds in Robb St, i knew all the bad boys
in that street.I enjoyed both city and country life.
It is interesting how we went through the '70s being scared of venturing into some neighborhoods and then came the '80s during which I hanged out in some of those areas with no real fear. My bike gang used to be all over the place. I used to go to Boogie to get my bike fixed and would have found that to be a very frightening undertaking in my early days. But I am happy that I had the opportunity to remove those obviously false fears before I left in 1987. My job took me to McKenzie as well as Skeldon and Parika and places in between. Tiger Bay was supposed to me mean street. Not so when I was in my early 20s. I even went to Hammie's house on one occasion.
One of the times I was truly afraid was when for whatever reason I went to Paramaribo through Skeldon. The law was that after arriving in Nickerie on has to buy a travel permit before traveling to Paramaribo. We arrived late and I didn't want to wait for the office to open the next day so I got on the bus. Big mistake. I had no idea that there wee so many really attractive Javanese girls there. I was forced to behave myself because I was afraid that if I don't Allah would punish me. On the way to Paramaribo, the police come on board quite a few times but none asked me for anything.
Oi Kaz, these Java nese girls you speak of, is like, they do anything for coffee?
Oi Kaz, these Java nese girls you speak of, is like, they do anything for coffee?
Cocoa too bai.
I.m in.
I.m in.
I could have truly be in if I had bought the damn travel permit. I have this panty dropping charm that sometimes threatens to get me in trouble.
Pant dropping charm.
Pant dropping charm.
I hear yuh. Some ole fashion people doan think women should wear pants but some women will do what they want to.
I lived in GT Durban and Symth st one of Neville(Besto)
house early 70,enjoyed the life for two years,doing all
kind of work,last job before i went back to the country
was at Plaza cinema i used to walk from there to home
midnight with out no fear.
I recalled window shopping on water st,any way went
back and work traveling from the country WCD to
Mohamed Radio and Electronics(tech job)
at Robb ST in 76 to 85,used to see Cheddie chatting
away with small crowds in Robb St, i knew all the bad boys
in that street.I enjoyed both city and country life.
It is interesting how we went through the '70s being scared of venturing into some neighborhoods and then came the '80s during which I hanged out in some of those areas with no real fear. My bike gang used to be all over the place. I used to go to Boogie to get my bike fixed and would have found that to be a very frightening undertaking in my early days. But I am happy that I had the opportunity to remove those obviously false fears before I left in 1987. My job took me to McKenzie as well as Skeldon and Parika and places in between. Tiger Bay was supposed to me mean street. Not so when I was in my early 20s.I even went to Hammie's house on one occasion.
One of the times I was truly afraid was when for whatever reason I went to Paramaribo through Skeldon. The law was that after arriving in Nickerie on has to buy a travel permit before traveling to Paramaribo. We arrived late and I didn't want to wait for the office to open the next day so I got on the bus. Big mistake. I had no idea that there wee so many really attractive Javanese girls there. I was forced to behave myself because I was afraid that if I don't Allah would punish me. On the way to Paramaribo, the police come on board quite a few times but none asked me for anything.
I used to go to his house to fix his electronics
equipment,one time i had to talk to him on the
phone(red)on the progress of the repair,he said
comrade...i replied Mr.Green after a long pause
the conversation continues i never use the word
comrade.I met him twice each time he will direct
the maid to give us refreshment.