The main food event of the day was lunch. A co-worker's birthday prompted his family, most of whom also work for the University, to throw him a "surprise" birthday party. I can't argue with someone else's mother's cooking. This had me set all day. I even had leftovers for dinner.
The taste of Guyana is really growing on me. The fried rice and tofu vegetables were my favorite, especially playing off each other. In addition to the larger roasted chicken was a very charismatic jerk chicken. It comes up to say hello, and you find it's conversation very engaging.
You were suprised at the vegetable and tofu's handle on Charles Baudelaire. The chicken seemed to always care about your opinions. The fried rice was so easy to talk to and the rotini was just what you hadn't yet realized you wanted.
Then there was desert. Three deserts. They're like children. You can't let one desert think you like the others any better, bad scene. I love tarts. This custard and fruit tart did her job well. The strawberry shortcake cake was very polite and yet out going and the Orange cake came deservedly recommended by a fellow party goer.
Yes, I could go for another piece of that Orange cake. Sadly, I didn't have desert leftovers. I was all too happy to dig into the rotini and rice when I got home. I saved the chicken wings for a time when I had more time to reheat food, but the rice sprang back nicely with a quick fry and I didn't even give the rotini a chance to reheat. I devoured it cold.
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