Soup Joumou
Soup Joumou It’s the first of January, in the season of Winter, A yearly tradition is to take place. The holiday season hasn’t quite come to an end, As the celebration of Haitian independence And the New Year begins. A large pot is lifted off the sleek, electric stovetop, After a careful wipe with a wet cloth. Nearby countertops are covered with various seasonings— Pepper, seasoned salt, garlic, and nutmeg. Children with cheerful dispositions, Filled with curiosity as to the delicious meal. Conclusions are drawn as fresh bread fills the home. The ringing of spoons in four bowls— It’s Soup Joumou! Immediately, four wooden chairs, Scrape against the tile floors, Beneath the dinner table. A beaming mother places four colorful table mats, Bearing blue, red, white, green, and yellow. And those steaming, white ceramic bowls Of Soupe Joumou and baguette— After the folding of hands, a special prayer,...