When the guests arrived, everyone closed their eyes, took a deep breath, and purred, “Oooh, it smells so good in here! When the number of people reached 20, my mother started giving me dishes to place on the table. I held my breath as I walked the 15 feet from the kitchen to the dining room, balancing bowls filled with rosemary roasted potatoes, freshly baked buns and chewy cornbread wedges. She and my brother followed with cranberry sauce, buttered asparagus and corn on the cob, then green beans topped with almonds. I placed the island-style sweet potatoes near my seat for easy access. My mother followed me with serenata, a cold cod salad and a pot of steaming arroz con gandules. I placed an apple pie next to a pumpkin pie and a queso flan. Finally, all the dishes were resting on the loaded table except one. The center of our bicultural banquet remained empty, waiting for her diva, still sitting uncovered in the oven to keep her skin as crisp as possible.