Black Cake and Sorrel [Instrumental]

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By Shaun Noel and Da Spirits

A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Da Spirits! This is home music! I don't whether to cry or to dance. Well I done start crying anyway as soon as I saw the black cakes in the Danish butter cookies pans at position 1:32 in the video above. Whoever made this video, you couldn't have known but that was one piece of wickedness you did there.

Mama, Mama, Mama!! Where are you? Remember how you used to eagerly save those tins to use for baking Christmas black cake? You always seemed to be waiting for us to finish off the cookies so you could get the tin. I see your hands lining the tins with wax paper. I see you pouring the batter and then using the cocoyea stick to test if the baking was done and then after they cooled, you would carefully pour more sherry over the tops of the cakes and close the lids with a look of triumph on your face. "Black cake done! What's next?"

I love you Mama, I love you too bad!

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!


louis said...

My recollection, my sentiments, my nostalgia, exactly, Guanaguanare! But to my gratitude and remembrance of my mother I will add my eldest sister who, with all due deference to all other Trinidadian masters (or mistresses) of the art of making Christmas Black Cake, made the world's best, and all my other sisters who participated (mine was that kind of world at first, with different roles for women and men).

And oh, the tins..remember the Macintosh Toffee ones?

Guanaguanare said...

Ha ha! Bowing low to your sisters! Louis, I cannot remember seeing a Macintosh Toffee tin but Quality Street, yes, and quite a few others, that I cannot describe, that were dutifully emptied each year for our mother by her brood of young locusts. The Danish butter cookies were most popular. I see tins all over the place now but for my mother, a tin was something to be cherished. I remember my father also storing his nails and bolts and screws in ancient tins, including a large square De Witt's worm medicine tin, which I could never remember us ever having used so it must have either come from before our time or had been administered to us when we not old enough to appreciate that wars with intestinal parasites were being waged on our behalf. Thank God for good parents everywhere!

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