Listen, as a Caribbean person this was a tough choice. At the same time deuces curry chicken. I’ll live. Had it been switched out with escovitch fish or salt fish, ackee and dumplings, then I’d be screwed.
I love my culture. It wasn’t until “Fever” by Vybz Kartel played in a taxi that the distinction between being African American and Caribbean became clear. I knew all the words. Possessing not a drop of West Indian ancestry, my African American friends did not. In the United States it’s easy to forget black people aren’t a monolith. Via:_FoodZ0ne_
