Too bad I missed out on taking a delicious photo. That of the unlamented carcass of the chicken decimated yesterday by my people. I gathered part of the team for a brainstorming and strategy session; we were supposed to spend a day there, but the second day is coming to an end and we're still not finished. We accomplished a colossal amount of work punctuated by an equally colossal lunch, and I was able to witness the incredible spectacle of the very fine Martine consuming without flinching large pieces of chicken in series, accompanied by copious quantities of fried plantain and rice.
Here is the second chicken, the one from the second day, which had not yet been eaten. We are very spiritual people, Beatrice blessed the meal and asked God to prevent Martine from finishing the chicken, and she agreed, saying Amen. The prayer was heard.
yum yum,
bunch of blessed ones
as Pastor Patrick Fontaine would say.
Martine, did you work or did you just eat the chicken?
Good
Don't forget to bring me some back because I saw the big piece that's left, Pasteur doesn't like chicken