- Tomato sauce
- black beans
- froz fruit
I heard the pitterpatter of the rain on the corrigated roof.
I was going to be here for a while. I had all the items that did not refrigeration, and had not collected the yogurt or frozen fruit.
I thought back to a similar rain storm in Kampala. I was playing Clarence Darrow on a boda-boda. I was in the wrong supermarket, as then as the rains poured down in a percussive beat. I called Suzi Analogue to try to share the beat with her, to no avail. The rain would delay their freedom a bit longer.
The thunder crashed as the waitress placed my Bailey's-tinted cappuccino in front of me, and a pan chocolate. I was going to be here a while. The Bailey's-infused cappuccino came with a chocolate-covered coffee bean as garnish. The rain pattered down as I dipped the pan chocolate in the Bailey's-infused cappuccino as I waited for the storm to pass.