“This snack reminds me of my most recent trip to the Caribbean, specifically the small island of Haiti. It was quite the experience that I am more than ecstatic to tell you the tale!”
- Phileas Fogg
Phileas Fogg was traveling through the Caribbean from South America during his trip around the world in 80 days, wondering about the newest possibilities of adventures that awaited him. In a few days time he had reached the small island of Haiti. At first glance he thought the island was absolutely breathtaking, from the rich deep greens of the trees and fields, to the pure white beaches that surrounded the island’s coasts. Eager to land his balloon, Phileas noticed a faint roar over the mountains, puffs of black smoke looming mysteriously in the distance. Curiosity taking over him, he decided to see what was happening beyond the horizon. Phileas secretly hoped that it was another adventure waiting for him to take it on headfirst.
In a blink of an eye, Phileas had suddenly found himself in the middle of a revolution between the Haitian Rebels fighting back for their country and the French Soldiers mercilessly pillaging the people they enslaved on the island. Before he could react properly, suddenly he was shot out of the sky by an oncoming cannon ball that had struck his balloon. Phileas came twirling down, crashing in the middle of the battlefield and passed out immediately. A few hours had passed before Phileas came to as he slowly opened his eyes and looked about the room he found himself in. It was a one-room shack with a single bed, a small wooden table with two chairs, an a small pile of clothing on the ground. The room was mostly dim, with only small beams of sunlight flooded through small cracks from the closed windows and door. He could hear the laughter of small children playing outside and the sound of someone frying something.
Moments later a Haitian woman entered the home carrying a plate of food in one arm while leaving the door open to let in the sunlight. She walked over to Phileas, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside him. He tried to sit up on his own, but the woman helped him sit up carefully, not wanting to further the damage of his injuries he had. Phileas looked her in the eyes, giving her a sincere smile then moving his attention to the plate of food she had.
“What is that?” he asked in French, making sure she would understand.
“Fried beef and Bun-Nun (Fried Plantains). Here, eat.” she smiled, handing him the plate. Phileas graciously accepted it and began eating. Taking a bite of the Bun-Nun first, his eyes grew wide with surprise then delight.
“This is delicious. Thank you my dear. I must know the recipe. Will you show me?” he asked.
“Finish your food, rest a bit more, and I would be more than happy to show you.” she said, giving him a warm grin.
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