“Two Sisters and a Meal”…. there’s really no better way to sum up our life history – why, you may ask? The answer is simple.  Our life has always revolved around food ….. cooking it, serving it,  selling it, eating it … and so after years of doing the food thing one way, we’ve decided to do it a different way – which is, as always, our way.

We began our life in the food industry at a tender age with a small Café that served up coffee, sandwiches, salads and pasta and subsequently grew into a full scale fine dining restaurant known for its Mediterranean inspired modern Caribbean food. Shortly thereafter we went on to launch a successful off premise catering and event planning business. Since as far back as we can remember, food and entertaining have been not only our passion, but our livelihood. We have been serving up our brand of Caribbean cuisine all over the island of Jamaica for the past 17 years, from corporate theme events for 2000 guests to intimate formal dinners for 12.

Two Sisters and a Meal is thus the brainchild of two Jamaican sisters who are business partners, foodies, lovers of world travel, avid cultural explorers, crazy history buffs, adorers of the arts, soul seekers and well known “fetin queens”. We are passionate about exploring both the old and new Caribbean by showcasing authentic island living in as real a way as possible …. Using all the things we love most – food, the arts, history, music, culture and lifestyle – our goal is to create high quality, fun and educational media productions that give you a taste of what it is to grow up, live, work, eat, party and play in the islands – we invite you to experience the true Caribbean, our Caribbean, with us.

So…..Who are we you might ask?

Michelle Rousseau – aka Michy Boo / Ice Queen

Life philosophy: Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!
Food philosophy: Rustic, clean and a blend of sweet and spicy
Absolutely despise: Liver or any organ  no matter how its cooked!
Absolutely love: Hellshire fried fish and festival
Nostalgic for: Sunday lunch of roast pork with crackling, rice and peas, gravy, plantain with avocado on the side at our beach house in Mamee Bay Jamaica
Weird food I ate as a kid: milo and condensed milk mixed and eaten dry with a spoon
Fondest food memory: Fresh brick oven pizza, self-made with Nonna – a sweet Italian Grandma – in a back garden in Florence, Italy replete with freshly picked rosemary along with panzanella and homemade tiramisu … glorious.
Guilty pleasure: french fries, Choc chip cookies
Love but can’t eat: Cheese glorious cheese
Fave cocktail: Jamaican Christmas sorrel with white Rum and plenty of ginger
Fave non alcoholic drink: brown sugar limeaid
I crank up the radio to: Bachannalist, Kerwin Dubois
Dance move best known for: the Butterfly
Fave Caribbean reads: Any of Miss Lou’s Poetry, Miguel Street by VS Naipaul, Kingdom of this World by Alejo Carpentier.
Moved by the work of: Albert Huie, Ervin Devries, Laura Facey

Suzanne Rousseau – aka Suzie Q / Radiant Wind

Life philosophy: Laughter is Food for the Soul
Food philosophy: Fresh, colourful, layers of bursting flavour
Absolutely despise: Egg in any shape size or form
Absolutely love: Cheese in every shape size and form
Nostalgic for: Saturday afternoon Tastee patties out of a paper bag with my grandmother and a cold D&G ginger beer
Weird food I ate as a kid: stale cheese trix and crushed up cookies… together of course
Fondest food memory: first taste of escargot in Heidelberg, Germany at 14
Guilty food pleasure: Smarties, M & M’s, ice cream
Love but can’t eat: shrimp tempura
Fave cocktail: Appleton Rum and Ginger Beer)
Fave non alcoholic drink: freshly squeezed Jamaican Ortanique Juice
I crank up the radio to: Call me Benjamin by benjai,
Dance move best known for: Hot Wuk
Favorite Caribbean reads: Stonehaven by Evan Jones, Miguel Street by VS Naipaul, Drumblair by Rachel Manley
Moved by the work of: Mallico (Kapo) Reynolds, Edna Manley

Caribbean Culture – “In a coco- nutshell”

The Caribbean has a unique energy! Each island is different and has its own special vibe and yet still we are united by an invisible chain of culture and history – a bond that goes way deeper than the blue waters of the Caribbean sea…
Many of the subtle nuances of the Caribbean lifestyle are lost on the visitors who grace our shores – and we know why! It is very easy to become intoxicated here – not just by our rum but by the opulence that surrounds us: the beautiful and exotic people of all shades and ethnicities, the lush green hills, well fruited gardens, glittering gold beaches, cool icy waters, pulsating tropical rhythms and sensual dances.

The real secrets of our islands lie in the mundane day-to-day activities that make up island life and, like everywhere else, the Caribbean is a world of complexities and paradoxes and we celebrate, curse and embrace there every day of our lives. It is large overpopulated, polluted and traffic ridden cities alongside pristine beaches and undiscovered coves. It is poverty ridden shanty towns next door to luxurious resorts and homes. It is as sophisticated and as fashionable as it is dilapidated. But most of all, the Caribbean is passionate, fun loving, open, friendly and warm.

Growing up in the Caribbean was a treat – we have never forgotten the nuances of a childhood well lived. For us the intangible essence of what makes Caribbean life so “sweet” dwells in our memories. Simple things, like the daily lilt of voices raised in song, prayer or protest, the perpetual search for the perfect mango that occupied long and lazy summer days, that still and sweltering summer heat broken only from time to time by cool Caribbean sea breeze, the random farm animals like goats and cows that roam the city streets and often found their way into our backyard, the clink of ice in glasses, the booming laughter as our parents entertained and we fought to stay awake, young children in school uniforms agitating neighbourhood dogs, church bound old ladies and men under the blazing midday sun decked in their Sunday best, roadside food – hot and dubious, the pulsing sound of music blasting from cars broken only by the drone of church organs. This is the rhythm of the Caribbean that dwells in our souls.