Home economics

My refugees from Tocoa, back when it looked like they were going to be Tegus-bound for the rest of the week, decided to stock up on food. I came home from work on Tuesday, and they had cooked a vat of chicken curry, enough to feed about 20 people.
How to get rid of a pitcher of curry, without being driven to eating it 3 meals a day, plus snacks, for a week? I invited all my friends round on Friday evening for a leftovers party.

Since the beginning of time, we've had a lady who cleans the house twice a week (I'm naturally euphemistic, so it doesn't come easily to me to say cleaner. When I was 17 I used to refer to my then boyfriend as "the boy I'm going out with". I try to tell it like it is, but it's hard for me). In the absence of Lorna and Eva, there's not a huge amount of cleaning to do, and I can't really afford her on my own, but I'm a total woos, and haven't gotten round to letting her go yet. I hope I don't end up transferring Lempiras to her twice a month for the rest of my life. Anyway, in the absence of a whole lot to do, Amalia sometimes takes it into her head to do things like clean out the fridge.

So. I came home from work on Friday with beer and ice cream, and find the curry's been thrown out. I text my friends and say there's no meal, but there's crisps and beer and ice cream, and is that not dinner enough for anyone?

No it's not. My friends arrive with a "family meal" from the Chinese: 12 of us succeed in making a teenchy dent into the 4 immense cartons of greasy food they brought me.

So the process went like this:
Glut of food: invite friends round to clear fridge
Cleaner clears fridge, unbidden
Friends arrive and stuff fridge full of food I'm never going to eat.

Lordy. I'm really bad at this whole home economics thing.