I am pretty good at keeping calm -- this is often a challenge on this crazy island -- but sometimes (like right now) I just want to scream! Why? I'll tell you why.
I decide I want to make a recipe a friend told me about: Shrimp Lasagna Rolls. So, I spend a few days looking for ricotta cheese, but can only find it for 3o EC at Dee's, the most expensive store in town. I hold off for a few days to see if it will appear in any of the other grocery stores at half the price, I know it will if I can just wait it out. Mean while, I check around town for the lasagna noodles I also need to make the recipe -- can't find in any stores in the area, so I'm thinking I'll have to wait and buy them the next time I take the bus to Roseau. Then, a spouse who is leaving the island soon sells me a box of lasagna noodles (score!), and a friend spots ricotta cheese at Picard grocery (double score!). I also find the frozen shrimp I need and head home, feeling like a champion after several days of scavenging for all my ingredients.
I take the shrimp out of the freezer and place them in a colander in the sink under running water to thaw them and am stirring them around with my hands when... the water cuts off. Leaving me with shrimpy hands, no water, no paper towels, no thawed shrimp, and no cooked lasagna noodles. (This is the part where I want to scream.)
So, I guess my dinner will have to wait another day... And my hands? Luckily, I managed to get those cleaned up, courtesy of the clorox wipes and hand sanitizer sent by Lesley and Charles & Elizabeth. Now, off to study the takeout menus...