Our first Thanksgiving in the US was 1964. It was a pleasant experience but my dad had to work at the hotel. He had a night job and we needed the money.
Over the years, my mother "Cubanized" the meal with "yuca" and black beans. Our turkey always had a Cuban flavor and everybody loved it.
Most of all, we are happy to get together and say thanks for living in the US.
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