We did have a late breakfast together, after Edmundo got over the shock of Regina not being here, and reprimanding himself for having listened to my suggestion that the older lady could also do with a day off to recuperate from long days of party preparation.
“We have no food, we have to eat out” was the plaintive cry as I opened the frig door to see leftovers including half a turkey and, lobster medallions; and cut melon that Regina had left for us.
Some people genuinely don”t know how to boil water. I”m staying with one who chooses never to learn. You should see both of us going through ten drawers to find the sugar, and then ten drawers to find the tea . . . and . . and . . . Even getting the stove to work to boil the water was a challenge. Edmundo is certainly not master of the kitchen.
that is really funny!
I loved it.
Very funny! I now don't feel so alone in this world…I remember my ex-husband gave me a cook book once titled "the boilded egg and beyond". I thought it was funny but he was serious….ooops! KP