“You made this? You gotta be kidding. You missed your calling, dude. You’d be making a ton of money doing this stuff up in some gourmet joint.”
“They say men usually look around for someone who can clean and cook. In our case, I was the one who got lucky.”
“This girl doesn’t do too bad herself.” Orrin pointed his fork at Angela, seated to his right at the polished oak dining table.
“Omigosh, this is so good.” Maureen savored the delectable chicken and red peppers in curry sauce over jasmine rice with homemade bread. “I haven’t tasted anything this good at a restaurant. You’re a wonderful cook.”
“So, this is a recipe from the ‘Old Country’?” Tommy chomped down on a buttered slice of bread, mopping up the sauce in his plate. “You never told me why your people left Grenada.”
“My grandpa
