Those who worked the fields were early risers. They sipped on black tea in water carafes and went on their way to beat the sweltering heat of the late morning. I listened for them to leave and went back to sleep knowing that when they came back from the fields, granny would feed them. On occasion, i would wait to eat the first meal of the day with them. Warm congee with a salty and spicy condiment to accompany the otherwise bland rice porridge. The yield from hard labour was generally colorful and satisfying. Crimson chillis, dark green spinach, light green marrow and wide bean pods of a yellow color. We sat around on the verandah sipping on toddy, shelling the beans for our next meal and telling stories.
Del Lobo 