Cold Turkey

Every year in Miami, my family gets together. We gather around the Thanksgiving table, tell stories, and feast. Some of us tell the same stories every year, and the feast—well—Let me tell you about it. We have callaloo, rice and peas, ginger beer, carrot juice, and mauby. We have turkey too, but we also have curry goat, oxtail, and baked mac-n-cheese. I tell you, there is magic happening in that kitchen, and I love filling my belly with it. After dinner, we play this card game called Phase 10. We clear the table, the cards come out, and the gloves come off; but it’s all love. We laugh and we joke, we laugh until tears are coming down our faces. It’s straight foolishness every year. ​

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