DANCE TOO MUCH FOOD IN THY PANTS

Don't be mistaken by my EasT African frame but food happens to be my good friend.

We go way back. Sometimes its sweet to me sometimes it sour. But in the end our friendship grows,

especially when I happen to be bored. Along my recent travels I have been delighted to look down on

many delicious platters of food waiting to make their voyage into their new home; my stomach.

So since sharing doth be caring. Here goes some images on grub I've taken along the ways.

My mother is a master of all things delicious. Ask my friends who often enjoy raiding my mothers fridge. This little concoction here is some Somali rice with a fruity salad.

The table was set and ready for some mean Sunday lounging and munching. We even brought out the good plates and cutlery.

We hit up a delicious restaurant in Montreal's Jean Talon area for some Pakistani food. It was halal and they made a mean delicious buttered chicken. We went as a celebration for my graduation, my family took up pretty much half the restaurant. We roll deep. There was plenty of leftovers to last me half the week.

It was a lazy day in Montreal and I thought I would spoil myself. So, I made myself some chocolate chip vegan crepe. Topped of with strawberries and blueberries. The icing on the crepe was when I added caramel sauce. It gotten even better when I sat under the sun in my back terrace and played "creepy" neighbor as I watched everyone doing "productive" stuff.

The cats joined me making it a lazy threesome.
OOOh Vieux St.Lo, how i heart thee. My sister Shamso was visiting so I thought it would be best to hit up my favorite spot before departing the ile de Montreal. Shamso ordered the spinach omellete, a classic if you may ask me. While I went for my favourite cheddar apple crepe. First thing when I get back to the 514/438 will be to buy myself one of these. Even if I have a meager 10.00 to my name.

This was a glorious day. I felt like I was at daycamp. After plant shopping at Canadian Tire. I went back to my friend Rachelle's house were we indulged in leftovers from a Fathers day BBQ she had. I heart leftovers. We finished the meal with ice cream. I feel that my 10 year old self would be jealous of the life I sometimes live.
Et voila. 

My cousin Aden had acquired a penchant for cooking/baking. My last morning in New Paltz he made waffles with chocolate chips melted on top. I often tell him he's gonna be a casanova in due time. He's only 15 and is already 6 feet something. Watch out girls here he comes. One morning or should I say afternoon I awoke from my slumber. Being the gentleman that he is, he offered to make me a mojito, virgin of course because its not right to make underage kids to make you drinks...or is it? Anyways homeboy even went into the garden to get me fresh mint then he cut up the limes one by one. He also made brownies/ brownie cupcakes one day. He's coming to St.Maarten in t-minus two weeks. I can't wait to see what he concocts this time.