
Mauby is one of those classic refreshing drinks you’ll find throughout the Caribbean. Other than freshly squeezed orange or grapefruit juice, we’d have a tall glass of mauby with our beloved “Sunday Lunch”. As I’ve mentioned before, the biggest meal of the week in the Caribbean is usually the Sunday lunch, so it’s one of those fond memories we have of growing up on the islands. With a unique sort of liquorice flavor, mauby must be enjoyed cold to really appreciate it… especially on a hot day. You can certainly find the mauby concentrate sold under many labels in the Caribbean, but nothing beats making your own from the ‘bark’ which is easily available in most West Indian food marts.
In this recipe I’ll show you how to make your own concentrate which can be stored in the fridge for the next time you get a craving for this lovely drink. All you’ll have to do is add water and sweeten to taste and you’re good to go.
You’ll Need…
4 cups water
10 mauby bark
2 cinnamon sticks (small)
2 (4 inch) pieces of orange peel (dried)
nutmeg (see note below)
3-4 cloves
Note: If cinnamon is not your thing, you can leave it out but note that it does add a nice overall flavor to the drink. The nutmeg is totally optional.. if you have a whole one, simply crack off half and add it to the brew (half).

In a deep saucepan place all the ingredients and on a med/high heat, bring it to a boil.


You now have two options. If you’re intention is to make this mauby juice immediately, allow it to simmer for about 30 minutes. If you’re like me and in no rush, all you do is allow it to go for 5 minutes at a rolling boil, then turn off the stove, cover the pot and allow it to steep for about 5 hours. I usually allow it to steep overnight for best results. Both options gives you a mauby concentrate. All you have to do is … for every cup of concentrate add 2 cups of water, then sweeten to your liking. For the perfect glass of mauby, I usually sweeten with cane sugar and hit it with a couple drops of Angostura bitters… top with crushed ice and a slice of lime or lemon!
* Strain and store in a glass (or plastic I guess) in the fridge.


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Christmas for me growing up in the Caribbean was not as much about gifts and the shopping madness that seems to take over the spirit of the season in North America. It was more about food, family and fun times. The lovely aroma you’d get Christmas eve all the way past Boxing day as homes were engulfed with stews, curries, soups, baked meats and wonderful cakes and pastries being baked. Boxing day was pretty close to that childhood memory this year, as we were celebrating my mom’s birthday so there were lots of goodies being prepared.


This time of the year every grocery flyer / circular you receive in the mail normally contains amazing deals on seedless watermelons. But growing up on the islands we were not accustomed to getting seedless anything… we had to old-school it and spit out the seeds. I remember hearing the old folks say that we shouldn’t eat the seeds or we’ll grow a water melon plant in our belly. Well due my love for watermelon and it’s refreshing nature, I should by now have an entire greenhouse of watermelon plants in my belly. Unless I do which would explain my ever growing waistline.

Looking back at my childhood it puzzles me as to what was our facination with imported fruits like apples, pears and grapes? It’s funny how when you move away from home you crave the things you took for granted. Like off-the-tree mangoes and oranges. Mangoes with such names as Julie, long, hog, dou dous (sp), belly full, Princess Town starch, calabash, donkey st*nes and turpentine to name a few. Today I’m stuck buying the flavour less stuff we get in the supermarkets. Mangoes that were picked green so they could last the journey to North America and still have some shelf life.





















It must have been about 8 years ago, we were doing a walking tour of Havana (still remember all the people trying to sell us Cohiba cigars) when our guide, full of excitement said…” I’m about to take you for a drink in a very special place”. Turns out it was the old watering hole of none other than Ernest Hemingway. I don’t recall the name of the place, after-all we had just done doing a tour of a rum factory and I did give every beverage they make a special test. I do remember being asked to fork out $4 for a drink that looked like leaves in a glass. Turns out it was a Mojito and those leaves were the essence of the drink..mint!




