Everday doings and experiences of a middled-aged batty British dog-lover living in a small Caribbean village.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
First the tables were covered with fresh banana leaves. Bread, soaked in water and squeezed out by hand was then crumbled over the leaves to make a base for the meal. (Note the ubiquitous bottle of Martinique rum!)
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