There is a silence that lives in small towns — a quiet not born of peace, but of pause. It lingers behind shuttered windows and hand-painted signs, in the faint hum of a neon “Open” that hasn’t been switched on in years. Walk down Keokuk’s Main Street, and you’ll feel it too: that mingling of memory and absence, a kind of reverence for what once was. The bricks tell their own story. Each one...
The Art of Jerk: More Than Just Heat
Jerk isn’t just a seasoning; it’s a story—one that began long before Ophelia Caribbean rolled up to a corner in Keokuk. It’s a legacy of fire and patience, of rhythm and resilience. Every flicker of the grill tells a part of that story, carried from the hills of Jamaica to the heart of the Midwest. Most people think jerk is about heat, but that’s only half the truth. Real jerk isn’t about how...
