As a child, my house was always filled with the smells of Jamaica. I lived with my mom and grandparents who were born in St. Anne's. My grandfather would make breakfast for me four times a week. Fanny would make breakfast the other days. I always knew what was for breakfast by the music playing; I loved when I woke up to Bob Marley, an instant smile spread across my face. Why? Because that meant that, it was Cornmeal Porridge day or my Fanny's famous...