It’s been a hectic work week. We are trying to move 70 of our employees into a new office and construction seems to be incomplete from the looks of things. I’m pretty sure I lost a few years of life expectancy from the anxiety of juggling local office duties and my regular marketing work. On Friday, I decided to call it a day after only 7 hours. I headed home with my shoulders sagging and stomach growling.
Two out of the three elevators in my condo were stuck and it took a good 20 minutes for the lone working elevator to arrive at the lobby floor full of sweaty, scowling faces. The doors parted to unleash a mix of body order and perfume. Ugh…
When I got to my door, I fumbled around in my bag for the keys, when suddenly the door opened. My wife stood in front of me with a beaming smile and, I swear, a halo over her head. A wonderful smell hugged me close. Wifey’s chicken afridtada with love.
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wow! i’m gonna try that! haven’t tried cooking that with quail eggs.
That look delicious! And I haven’t even tasted afritada with quail eggs, I should try it!