To Grandfather's house we go. LOL, everybody in the car hated me because I kept singing this over and over and over again all the way to Grandfather Leno's house. He lives in Staten Island and the Belt Pkwy was crowded...that was a lot of singing (I think I might have gotten annoyed with my self actually). But when we got there, ol' gramps was waiting for us at the door ready to start the lime (hangout). He made baked chicken and cookup rice. I made fried chicken and my famous mashed potatoes, my sister made baked zitti and veggies, and my mom made a great salad. Everyone rushed out of the cars and could not wait to dig in and bug out. The food was to die for, it was beyond good. I would say that we put our foot in it but that just doesn't sound right. I was just really really really good. It was so good that when everyone sat down to eat you couldn't hear a peep from anyone. The TV was on, music was playing in the back and we were yumming it up.
The company was great, everyone was talking and reminiscing about old times in Trinidad (I don't ever know what they are talking about but it is always nice to listen and laugh at the things that use to go down). Even my bf was chimming in from time to time about his adventures in Trinidad, I was soooooo jealous. We ended up playing some silly games with my little brothers. What made it even more fun was the bubblegum flavored vodka that my brother brought in tow.
My grandfather is like one of the funniest people I know, I love bussing a lime over by him. Everything is just always so fun. Everyone has a great time and never wants to leave. It's just the best.
Until next time, (I'll be yumming on some left overs)