Yesterday was the annual Labor Day Parade ( West Indian Carnival) in Brooklyn. Born and bred on the island of Trinidad & Tobago, it has always been a tradition since migrating to New York City ( I was 18 years old) to attend the parade. Since getting married and having my son, I have not had any time to head to Eastern Parkway to see the colorful costumes, eat yummy Caribbean food, listen to the latest calypso tunes and more importantly run into friends I have not seen in years. In fact our past Labor Day escapades have been trips out to the Hamptons. A vast difference between the two adventures, equally fabulous to me.
Yesterday I told Karate Boy I was taking him to a parade that showcased my culture, music and food. He was excited and rearing to go ( of course he would be, he is my kid). The Epicurean Man opted to stay home and relax since he had been traveling for work the past two days. Eastern Parkway bound, our first stop was to get flags that represented our country. Well my country, Trinidad & Tobago, we also picked up a flag for my hubby… a Jamaican flag. The colors of all the Caribbean nations were on full display yesterday. It was bit difficult taking cool artisitc pictures. I was in Mummy mode, making sure Karate Boy was safe amongst the tens of thousands of people. I tried my best, hope you enjoy them. We also stopped by this new Trinidadian restaurant that recently opened on our way home. We ordered curry chicken, pumpkin and roti… one word …YUMMY !!!!.
I am also adding a very short and sweet interview of Karate Boy about his first Labor Day Parade experience.