This is a bit unrelated, but my favourite "cook-up" was when I was young in Grenada. Some local kids and me and my twin, went hiking one day, hacking our way through miles of sugarcane fields to reach a beach we could see from our homes. When we got there, the bigger kids donned flippers and masks, and armed with a spear gun, went fishing. The speared fish were roasted live on this secluded beach, and was washed down with juice and coconut water. What was not roasted was bundled into a large pot, where the fish was used in a pepper stew/soup. Scorching sun, white sand, best mates, a cook-up, and drinks....you can die after that, and know that you've really lived.
This is a bit unrelated, but my favourite "cook-up" was when I was young in Grenada. Some local kids and me and my twin, went hiking one day, hacking our way through miles of sugarcane fields to reach a beach we could see from our homes. When we got there, the bigger kids donned flippers and masks, and armed with a spear gun, went fishing. The speared fish were roasted live on this secluded beach, and was washed down with juice and coconut water. What was not roasted was bundled into a large pot, where the fish was used in a pepper stew/soup. Scorching sun, white sand, best mates, a cook-up, and drinks....you can die after that, and know that you've really lived.