Wednesday evening, traveling between NYC to New Jersey was chaos. On the busiest travel days of the year, Penn Station was shut down, which led a large number of the commuters to Port Authority as an alternative way of getting home for the holidays. After a very frustrating wait to get my bus ticket to visit my parents, and an even more maddening experience at the unorganized bus lines, I made it safely to my parents’. My brother and his girlfriends were around, which made it very exciting since I don’t get to see them very often.
My mom cooked, and we had pretty much had a “Haitian” Thanksgiving, which included one of my favorite dish, Du riz ak Djon Djon. We kept it very simple and delicious. Everyone seemed happy as I danced for my mom. I’ve got the most embarrassing dance moves by the way. We shared stories of how bad my little brother was a child. My boyfriend got some more Kreyol lessons from my mom. And my dad kicked me out of the kitchen to do the dishes.
I hope you had a delightful Thanksgiving with your loved ones.