What started as nostalgia for eating one of Dad's favourite treats, fried black pudding from one of Kingstown's street merchants, I ended up paying homage to the British and Scottish side of our Caribbean culture. I had no plantains or breadfruit to complete the meal but I had rashers, blood sausage, toast, tomatoes, mushrooms, and baked beans. Blood sausages are very difficult to find in the USA. I ordered my black pudding and rashers from an Irish American grocer, Tommy Moloney's, in Woodbridge.
My brother-in-law arranged for all the kids to come over and his kitchen to make brunch for their mothers. Each brunch meal was catered to each mother's favourite breakfast food.