My dad makes the Jug Jug in my home for Christmas. He has perfected the right blend of ingredients and his recipe is loved by even those who claim to dislike Jug Jug. We usually boast of his perfection and as a consequence we have less to share between us since there are many more mouths to feed each year as word gets out. What used to last the family into the new year only takes us through Christmas Day. Last year, the recipe was changed somewhat to embrace my new eating habits but my family didn’t enjoy it as much even though they still thought it was better than any other they knew. This year my pot is cooking separately.

Delicious Jug Don’t feel like Christmas without it Every dish has a side plate on which it’ll sit Like a delicacy, Bajans will request It’s one of the foods Bajans like best Can’t tell how to prepare it, it’s a mystery I usually have to get some prepared by my Daddy Once a friend tasted some from him, now she always needs more Usually I stash away extras, or at least I did before Since I got ill my dad changed his blend Just the things I can eat now, not those loved by my friend Using his expertise he still managed to create Great tasting Jug Jug, the second best I ever ate