Caterers

... a strong smell of mint, then we came into a group of trees, to stop, to rest and to lunch. Today the lunch caterers were different, and while the drinks, nibbles and lunch (excellent empanadas and salads) they provided were all good, I missed ...

... in traditional american weddings. At 11:00am the real festivities were to begin. The huge tents filled up with over 600 "customers". Caterers spent days cooking huge vats of shrimp, chicken, beef, vegetable and soup dishes. All yummy. I was seated at ...

... a good time? Most likely, the chronic anxiety all party hosts go through. Needn't have worried though. Nearly 70 people came, the caterers were amazed at how much food and drink were consumed in such a short time, the Photo Booth was clicking away flat ...

... up cooking our potatoes for us in her kitchen and Branco came down and cooked the chicken for us; turns out they used to be caterers and so they like to cook, perfect! The supper was amazing, almost brought tears to my eyes, haha.  That night we ...

... raucous (is this the right word?) exorcisms performed there by the local priest. I remember laughing as we taught Blandine, one of the caterers, how to play frisbee. In Cotonou, Nevar, a current PCV, Mary Kate, another PCT, and I met Mama Monique, a ...

... I could have eaten for ever. Hot dang, it was tasty! Fly Malasia - They give you semi-free blankets and their caterers deserve a medal. Having such a decent run on the plane, food-wise meant I'd accumulated somewhat of a surplus of food in my hand ...

... we were informed that British Airways would be unable to serve refreshments on the trip back to London due to a strike by their caterers, but we were luckily oblivious to the other problem that would confront us on our arrival at Heathrow. As the old ...

... 's Mum and Dad had when they moved to India over 25 years ago. After dressing in our wedding attire we watched the caterers cook up a feast in the garden whilst friends of family arrived. Unfortunately, the priest who had previously married Vrinda (Mish's ...

... -looking camera on my shoulder, so yes, we were journalists) because we clearly didn't belong otherwise. There was an army of caterers, some real journalists (Brian is a real journalist, but not at this particular gathering), and even a box in the back ...

... we were not diabetic - just bloody starving) and we found this hard to understand considering the food was cold and provided by caterers. Our little group grabbed the seats furthest away from the Ferrels who sadly had come to no harm in the water despite ...

... me nowhere. The polished concrete becomes a rickety stone and I’m on the other side of the door to what may be a kitchen, caterers talking in hushed tones about the food (I learnt cake in Swedish). There is a quiet seating area in which exhibits a ...