In 1968, I was 17 and living in Queens, N.Y. That is when I cooked my first Thanksgiving dinner. I had come from Havana, Cuba only three years earlier, and this holiday was new to us. New York was a big, beautiful, exciting city totally different from what I knew, cold, but I loved it. Mami prepared the usual Cuban meal, and Papi asked me to cook the traditional American feast: turkey, mashed potatoes, string beans, jams, cranberries, apple pie and pumpkin pie. I did, and it all came out delicious!
Later, we all sat down and watched Miracle on 34th Street, with Maureen O’Hara. It was the first time I had ever seen the movie, but I’ve seen it at least 100 times since.
I thank God for giving me the precious opportunity of having the most wonderful family a person could ask for, and for allowing me to be in the greatest country in the world.
Teresa Areces, Miami