“It’s dinner time!” She yells from the kitchen while Sam and I sit on the couch waiting for her to finish cooking.
When we both glance at each other, I roll my eyes before he gives me the “look”. She walks out in a flowery pink apron and says, “Please sit at the dinner table. I will bring it out momentarily.”
After she says it, Sam nudges my arm and then nods towards her. Whispering he suggests, “Why don’t you go help her.”
Frowning, I hesitate but then decide to be the better person and stand up to follow her back into the kitchen. As I open the door, I smell the delicious aroma of pineapple among other things. Curious of what the dish is called, I ask sweetly, “This is wonderful. What is it called?”
“Oh, this? It’s a traditional Caribbean cuisine called Pineapple Chow. It is considered a snack, but this late at night I didn’t think you would want something too heavy to sit on your stomachs before bed.” She smiles pleasantly and continues without missing a beat. “It is made
