The sky is pitch Black. Lightning clouds are within arm's reach. The plane shakes in what would be called an earthquake should my feet be on the ground. The seat belt sign comes on as I shut my shade. In a calm voice, the captain informs us of local Ghanian time and gives us the weather down below. We cruise to the runway and the plane erupts in applause. The people are glad to be home [safely]. As we all walk off the plane, I notice the majority of carry-on bags being carried off are grand bottles of "Duty-Free" alcohol. I pay it no mind as I step off the plane and kiss the ground. This is Africa!
I imagine the temperature difference between my personal air and that of the fridge as I sit on the floor in the cooler, jotting down the menu for the day. Just as my fingers begin to go numb, there's a knock on the cooler door. I hop up to answer and the door flings open. "There's no more potatoes for the gratin tonight Chef. What should we do?"
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