Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I am far from the Domestic Goddess type. I am more the Let’s-Get-Down-and-Dirty-Tiling-the-Floors-Painting-the-House-and-Thorosealing-the-Cistern type of gal. My cooking contribution is something I like to call ground beef “mix up”, which I have recently become fond of making when my husband allows me in his (yes, HIS ) kitchen. Several years ago, I managed to set our kitchen on fire while trying to boil water… let’s just say that now, whenever I proudly announce that I have a recipe I’d like to try, my husband is always ready with a fire extinguisher and various burn remedies. He understandably prefers that I limit my presence in the kitchen to pouring various cold liquids that, if spilled, do not result in burns and do not involve an open flame.

For years, I have been known among my group of girlfriends as the one who will show up to a function with copious amounts of alcohol to make up for her short comings in the kitchen and I was always okay with this. That is, until I recently discovered a certain site that has an incomprehensible number of ideas for any creative project or recipe you can think of. It has gotten my wheels turning and now I suddenly have these ideas of grandeur for fun recipes to take to Girl’s Night Out gatherings. I picture myself in the kitchen whipping up a fantastical concoction that will have the girls oohing and ahhing as I unveil it oh so nonchalantly at our get-together. Mustering up what little culinary gusto I possess, I select the perfect ahh-inducing recipe and head off to purchase the necessary ingredients for my imagined masterpiece…

But before I can get to the actual cooking part, I know all too well after living on St. Croix for over 30 years that it is never as easy as simply going to “purchase all the necessary ingredients”. Island grocery shopping is more of a scavenger hunt undertaking. You must commit to the task, knowing full well that you will have to drive to no less than three stores, hoping that the stars have aligned and all of the vital items can, in fact, be found while still leaving enough time to get back home, assemble the ingredients, and make yourself look presentable. Because of this, the seasoned island culinary expert (which I am not) will often set out on this adventure with a Plan B in mind.

The first stop on my buying trip is a great little store that is close to the house and is always our “go to” place to shop. We are on a first name basis with all of the owners, their families, and the majority of the staff. So much so that there have been countless times I have stopped in for ground beef and fruit (usually not paired together in the same final dish) and knowing that my husband needs milk, I will grab a gallon only to be told by the cashier that he just left with milk. But, I digress. This little store usually has anything you could ever ask for, from random gourmet olives from one of my favorite places in Philadelphia to every ice cream flavor imaginable (that has actually made it to the island). But alas, today they are missing 4 of the 10 ingredients needed for my conception.

So off to Store #2 I go. This stop is one of my least favorite places to shop due to the long lines, lack of A/C, distinctly unpleasant odor, chupsing (teeth sucking, a common gesture of displeasure here) cashiers, and the store’s frustrating inability to process more than one credit card/ATM card at a time – this also includes any money transfers that may be taking place, as it is the location of our rock’s only Western Union. However, due to its close proximity to Store #1, it makes sense to stop. I brave the conditions with the hopes that the sacrifice will be far outweighed by the reward of seeing my girlfriend’s surprised faces when I share the final product. Though as I walk the aisles, it becomes increasingly clear that this will not be my final stop.

Here is where the conundrum begins… Do I wait in the never-ending line and purchase the couple of ingredients that they do have? Because now, between stops one and two, I know that 6 out of the 10 ingredients are available. If I don’t get them, I run the risk of having to step foot back into this dreaded place for the second time in one day, however, if I do get them, what if I am unable to get the remainder of the ingredients imperative to make the dish? Then I’ll be stuck with random components to a defunct recipe and no clue what to do with them elsewhere. It’s a gamble, but I decide to take the risk that Store #3 will have everything that the first two stops did not, so – fingers crossed – off I go!

As I walk into Store #3, I am hopeful. The shelves are looking well-stocked, the staff is looking cheerful, and I am seeing familiar faces of fellow foragers from my first two stops with their carts full of bounty. With the first aisle comes promise, as the first two ingredients I’m missing are found. The second aisle is not as cooperative, but I comfort myself with the knowledge that the three items I was searching for here were available at Store #2. While I definitely don’t want to venture back there, I will if it means making the tastiest creation known to man! With the next aisle comes another success and another ingredient crossed off the list…the anticipation builds. As I walk down the last aisle with bated breath and excitement in my belly, I prepare to do a happy dance in celebration of securing the last of the ingredients… only to arrive to a gaping abyss where my final, much needed, highly imperative ingredient once perched in my memory’s eye.

Oh, the disappointment! I stand crestfallen in front of where the missing item was meant to be and scold myself. It is, after all, the most obscure item on the list. I knew before I set out that graham crackers are not a common island staple.  Why, oh WHY, did I not check for them first?!  *CHUPS*  I really, truly, should know better!

Ah, well. It’s off to my Plan B… to the liquor section I go! Wine anyone?

Current Rock of Residence:

St. Croix, USVI

Island Girl Since:


Originally Hails From:

East Chicago, Indiana

Christine is a long time resident of the “big island” of St. Croix. She lives with her new husband (a stateside import she met when she thought she wanted to be a city girl), whom she lived with, in sin, for 15 years before he finally made an honest woman out of her. Christine moved back to the islands in 2002 with her man in tow and together they decided it would be a good idea to renovate her childhood home… while they AND her parents continued to reside in it. She is the creative type, always collecting found objects for her next big art project which makes their side of the now-duplex a catchall of eclectic items to be used for everything from tiling the floors to decorating the walls (that is, if they ever get walls up…) Needless to say, living in a construction site with her husband and three cats, next door to her parents, there is many a day you will find Christine seeking refuge in her neighbor’s pool with a frosty beverage.

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