This morning I had some kind of papaya jam that was so sour it was simply unpalatable. The quality of the food has gone way down since Tupu has taken sick with mata piniki and given over the the morning food prep chores to my sister-in-law Moana. No fruit salad. No banana pancakes. Instead I get stuff like this jam and cold canned spaghetti on bread. Have you ever had cold canned spaghetti on bread? Don't bother. It's much worse than it sounds.

Well there's only a little more than a week left in the village and and while I will leave with mixed feelings, I will be seriously happy to be able to prepare my own food again.