The Real Jerk. Lily Pottinger
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THE REALJERK
THE REALJERK
NEW
CARIBBEAN
CUISINE
LILY & ED POTTINGER
THE REAL JERK: New Caribbean Cuisine
Copyright © 2002 by Lily & Ed Pottinger
Third printing: 2007
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Book and cover design by Lisa Eng-Lodge
Production assistance by Judy Yeung
Edited by Melva McLean with Brian Lam
Food photography by Greg Athans
Food styling by Nathan Fong
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NATIONAL LIBRARY OF CANADA CATALOGUING IN PUBLICATION DATA:
Pottinger, Lily
The Real Jerk
ISBN 1-55152-115-6
1. Cookery, Caribbean. 2. Real Jerk (Restaurant) I. Pottinger, Ed. II. Title.
TX716.A1P67 2002 641.5’09713’541 C2002-910832-2
ISBN 13 978-1-55152-115-2
CONTENTS
Sauces, Salsas, Dips, and Dressings
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
There are so many people to thank for showing their support and whom we have come to know and respect and appreciate.
We would like to thank God for his many blessings, all the doors he has open and for the paths he has led us. We would also like to thank our wonderful customers for their support over the past eighteen years; Fred Challenger, who gave us a place to live when we couldn’t find one; Greg Lawson, for his moral support; Ann Pottinger, for her encouragement, and for being a supportive family member; to mama Carmen Cole and mom Olive Gouldbourne, for their continuous prayers and open ears; Will and Siva, for their input; and all the great Real Jerk staff.
We would like to give special thanks to Miss P, chef at The Real Jerk, who has never failed to give 100 percent, and Natalie Williams, who drives us crazy but never fails to deliver the goods, for her contributions to this book and for being a loyal employee. We would also like to recognize those whose help in the early days of the Jerk has never been forgotten: Paula Munch and Reenie Keely, for designing the Jerk, and “Easy” Ed, who loaned us $300 for the restaurant the day we met him. Also, in 1996, when we were faced with a do-or-die situation, a couple whom we had known briefly, Mike and Susie Kalintiz, blessed us in an incredible way, and we will always be indebted to them for their kindness.
Ed and I are delighted to give our gratitude to Blaine Kyllo, whose suggestion for this book has finally given me the ability to start and finish a project for the first time. (I am the jack-of-all-trades, but master of none!) Thanks, Blaine. We would also like to say a special thank you to Brian Lam, Mel McLean, and the Arsenal Pulp Press family for their trust, patience, and giving us this opportunity to present The Real Jerk to you.
Last but not least, we thank our three wonderful children, Troy, Cleigh, and June, whom God blessed us with, and who provide us with the inspiration to get up and “go go” every day
And for all those who have crossed our paths and provided positive inspiration: Irie!
LILY:
I was the third child in a family of ten. I was an independent-minded and happy child, and I learned at an early age that I would probably have to work hard if I was going to be successful. By the age of six, I was already helping with washing, cooking, farming, and marketing for the family. With so many children in the house, space was at a premium. Privacy was rare. Still, my mother always told me that I was special; as a treat, she often left a piece of coconut toto or roasted breadfruit, wrapped in a towel, at the bottom of the dining-room cabinet, that was just for me.
I have many happy memories of growing up in Jamaica: going to the river to catch crawfish; waking up early to fetch water for the family’s breakfast; picking pimentos during the summer on a large farm run by “Mr. Nick”; cooking on the beach with family and friends.
On Fridays, my father always brought home fresh fish, and my mom either fried it up or she’d make