Families gone and we are eating leftovers like crazy. We don't have a fridge, and while it is cool here, it is not that cold. Cooked up shrimps for dinner, they were frozen this morning and I cooked them this evening, feeling unsure as they had been out on the counter all day. Cooked the living hell out of them, and am now suffering from a bout of psychosomatic queasies. No one else is complaining, so I am assuming it is entirely me. Indeed I know it is. Nonetheless it may be one of those mornings when you wake up and give thanks that you were NOT up in the night on the cold bathroom floor emptying the system of nasties. They were very tasty though.
Hope for the best.