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A Peaceful day
By: Alexas Melhado
December 1, 2014 dr. dockins
English 1101
December 1, 2014 dr. dockins
English 1101

Woken up aggravated by the sounds of the early bird neighbors blowing the leaves off their lawn for their special evening guest; there’s so much work to be done. The large roast is already in the oven going on its second or third hour now. The leg quarters are being marinated in jerk sauce, thyme, beaten pimento grain, scallion, garlic, scotch bonnet peppers, Lawry, Adobo, and Old Bay seasoning. The jerk pork was cooked the day before. Mrs. is making a toxic combination of glaze and honey to smother the swine. . Mr. is cutting up okra, scotch bonnet peppers, and callaloo. Mrs. is piercing the swine with cloves and assembling the pineapples and cherries on it using toothpicks they cannot find. Using his fingers, Mr. pinches a blend of seasoning and smoothens it on to the outside and inside of the fish. Mama is in the kitchen quarreling about all the work she has to accomplish while she sits around the glass table and does absolutely nothing. She sits around the glass table too; peeling and dicing the yams trying to tone out Mama’s blistering voice. She helps Mrs. Stir flour, blended fruit, rum, browning, brown sugar, red wine, and eggs together for the mix. She reminds Mrs. to starts to prepare the rum punch for the guest. Idiot! How can you forget drinks with all this food to swallow? Mr., at last remembers to set on the rice and pigeon peas. The curry goat is complete and is set alongside the jerk pork. She helps Mr. light the grill and put on the leg quarters and ribs they almost forgot about. Mrs. is stirring this massive pot of goat head soup.
The roast is done, pop in Mrs. dreadful swine. The aquatic vertebrae is patiently waiting its turn for the oven. She is slicing cucumbers, lettuce, spinach, sweet peppers, and carrots for her mix. Mrs. slaps the yams with some cinnamon and nutmeg and shares its oven time with the swine. Oh yea, the cranberries! Mr. makes even slices of the cranberries and puts them into glassware on the big table. Mr. decorates the large roast using lettuce and grapes and joins it with the cranberry. Onions are being peeled and potatoes skinned to add to the mishmash. In goes the fish while the other cookery is affix on the big table. She and her Minnie goes to get the mess off the grill and adds it to the big table. Mrs. says the soup is ready. Mama (still bickering about nothing) gets up to add two chairs around the big table. Caring very little about the tragedy that has taken place in the kitchen, Mama, Mr., Mrs., She and three Minnie’s sat around the big table and enjoyed the feast of whatever food was ready. After pigging out, She was blinded by the “itis” and retired upstairs on Minnie’s bed for the peace and quiet she had yarned for when she was first awaken.
After waking up from a few minutes nap, She sluggishly started downstairs towards the kitchen. “Oh what a horrendous mess I last seen the kitchen in”, She thought. “The concoctions Mrs. put together as din-“, She was amazed; cleanup wasn’t needed at all. The dishes, pots, and baking pans were all washed, dried, and neatly put away. All the foods were separately packaged in its right container, sealed, dated, and put in the refrigerator. The wooden and leather chairs were put in its original position. Not even as little as a crumb was left on the marble counter tops. There wasn’t any food smudges or finger prints on the stainless steel fridge. The glass table and other furniture’s had been thoroughly cleaned and polished. The floor was swept and mopped. You could still smell the murphy oil and lemon from the cleaning supplies. There wasn’t even soap suds in the sink. Everything was done to its entirety as if the kitchen had been untouched. She poured herself a glass of what was left of the Riesling. She cheered to how peaceful the day was for her and worried very little about how hectic tomorrows Thanksgiving Day would be.