Spicy Creamed Jerk Shrooms with Wild Rice

We all have friends who are more like family, chosen family. They have that feeling of home and comfort. Not connected by blood but connected by soul.

I was living in a damp squat that had mould all over it. I didn’t care; it was home for me. I had my own space and I was happy. My friend Subrina came to visit. “Frankie, you can’t live here.” She gave me her keys and insisted I slept on her sofa. I was there for 5 months while I made enough money for