mrdelicious

This weekend I had a hillbilly, a voodoo mamma from Trinidad, and a psycho woman child all staying with me. I prayed for Death to come and carry me away. I don't know how I survived. I finally said goodbye to the last one, sat through lectures from both the plumber and the property maintenance man, and cleaned up most of the mess and I am now enjoying the first private me moment I've had in about three weeks.

Atleast the voodoo lady left a refridgerator full of food. She was trying out some recipes for some food festivals she'll be going to. I just took an inventory of what she left various pieces of cheesecake (mango, vanilla bean, tiramisu, chocolate hazelnut, and sweet potato pecan), jerked chicken and jerked roasted pork, rice and peas in coconut milk, tandori chicken, two different eggplant dishes, three kinds of spinach dishes, carribean meatpies, seafood pies, vegetarian pies, sweet potato salad, grilled shrimp cocktail with mango salsa, and a few containers I couldn't identify and was too lazy to open and investigate. She's a handful but she sure knows what to do with some groceries. I guess I'll be having some people over tonight just to clear out the fridge.