If I were a duck, I'm sure these folks wouldn't be prepping me to be foie gras. Gasp. It can feel that way, though. We came to visit Jay's elder sister and brother-in-law last Friday. Since then, life has been near constant food. It's not really as if we've been held prisoner, it's simply they are like hosts on steroids. Jewish and Italian mothers, if their goal is to make others eat, have some serious competition in Nugegoda, Sri Lanka.
A feast can occur on the table at breakfast, lunch, or dinner time. Copious amounts of coconut arrack or stout beer have preceded some of my gluttony. (Jay keeps clear of those situations.)
We're going to go back to Minuwangoda tomorrow. Just as when on a cruise ship, I'm grateful bathroom scales have not been available during this week! I'd simply rather not know.
