Chapter 23 - Food

Clyde is one hell of a cook. I'm not saying that because I'm hungry and anything I eat would please me but the flavors in his food.

Very simple, yet it creates a taste to remember. He made some rice with vegetables and a sauce that I can't quite tell what it is, but it's black.

"How? How did you do this?" I asked, putting another spoonful in my mouth. Luckily he served a lot because I wasn't going to get served restaurant amount food and be happy.

"Could have been better, but we had to microwave it" He shrugged.

Did I mention that he has a microwave in his room? Just sitting there? He's that much of an eater, I need to take inspiration from him.

When he got the food out of the balcony, it was getting cool and he just threw them into the microwave.

"Basically, I made the rice using a technique and spices I got from India, and when you go to west Africa, they have a special way of making rice, called Fried rice. I used those two techniques together to get this and as for the black sauce