Breakfast, lunch and supper

The food isn´t anything to write home about. Fruits and veggies are scarce in the dry season. There´s a lot of noodles, but they taste a little funky. (We spilled gasoline on them during the boat ride over.) We have too many eggs. We´ve eaten them boiled, fried, and scrambled with sugar and powdered milk. Most of the meat tastes the same - salty.

The setting makes up for the taste:

Breakfast
Felicita fries eggs over a fire. Slits of light filter into her kitchen.

Lunch
It´s raining. It´s pouring. And in a matter of minutes the sun will beat down and pretend the storm never happened.
Supper
Clouds and sun stitch a patchwork quilt in the sky, blanketting the jungle.