As a self-proclaimed foodie, I am always on the hunt for the next great taste. From truffle salt to ice cream, steak to tofu, I try it all. On my last trip to Jamaica, I read an article in a new magazine called Indulge about a spot in Priory just down the road from Chukka Cove Farm, and I knew I had to go. They proclaimed it had the best Sweet Potato Puddin’ in Jamaica. A pretty bold statement as there are many great places around the island to treat yourself to this local favourite. My expert told me we had to get it while it was hot – that there is simply no other way to have it – so we called ahead and then made sure to time our arrival perfectly. Just past the lights in Priory on the left-hand side as you head into Ochi from Mo Bay, you’ll see a simple shop called Jus Cool. It doesn’t look like much, but don’t let that scare you off – you want authentic and delicious, and this is the place!
Our anticipation grew as we pulled over and saw the line of tire rims holding Dutch ovens covered in glowing red coals, top and bottom – yup, hell on top, hell on bottom. We ran into the shop to grab four pieces. That meant one for each of us and one for the kids to share. The pieces were pretty hefty, and how much would a two-year-old and a four-year-old really eat? For a total of just 480 dollars Jamaican (about $1.20 USD a piece), it was mission accomplished: steaming hot sweet potato puddin’ wrapped in foil. We could hardly wait to get back to the house.
It’s hard to describe just how delicious this puddin’ was. Sweet, creamy, moist. Some of us tried it with plain thick cream. Some of us had ice cream. Another put a daub of fresh salty butter on it. The truth is that it needed no accompaniment. Four pieces, though large and filling, were not nearly enough for the three adults and two kids. The kids were ready to each eat their own and kept asking for more and more – to be honest, none of the adults were in a sharing mood once we took our first bite! So many “yumms,” and “ooohs,” and “wows.” When I discovered all the puddin’ was gone, all four slices, and we hadn’t taken a single photo, my friend suggested we go get another piece to take pictures of. Sadly, they were closed. Guess I’ll have to get the puddin’ pictures next trip – my job is tough some days.