This festive Jamaican rum cake was made by a longtime family
friend in New York and driven down to Baltimore for the party |
Shauna, Leroy's brother Donald's daughter, prepares one of several green salads |
Pauline, wife of Leroy's oldest brother, Tony, tends the fish |
Leroy, a master of carpentry who used his considerable talent to convert one of my spare bedrooms into a luxurious walk-in closet two years ago, is sixth in a family of ten brothers and sisters who divide their households between New York, Florida and Maryland. Eight of the ten siblings, along with spouses and children of their own, were present for Saturday’s tribute to the two graduates, along with numerous aunts, uncles, cousins, friends and both grandmothers. As their one-acre backyard quickly filled with family members, Leroy’s eldest brother, Gladstone (Tony for short), manned three smokers in the driveway which were stuffed to their limits with jerk chicken, burgers and sausages, while Kingsley, Leroy’s youngest brother and father of the other graduate, Kingsley, Jr. (K.C.), prepared to put the finishing touches on a whole roasted pig which had been smoking in an old-fashioned, brick-lined, outdoor barbecue since five o’clock that morning.
My 3-year-old neighbor, Mikayla, center, made quick friends with Dami, left, and Semira, right |
Dozens of blue crabs, potatoes and corn were prepared by my neighbors Mike from next door, and Allen from across the street |
Leroy’s sister-in-law, Pauline (wife of the eldest brother, Tony), sizzled fresh Croker in one of three propane-fueled cookers, while my neighbors, Allen and Jackie, from across the street, and Mike and Maria, from next door, filled a boiling cauldron with two bushels of blue crabs (that’s 168 crabs!), a Maryland delicacy anointed with Allen’s signature Louisiana-style seasoning, ten pounds of potatoes and dozens of ears of corn, which they soon tumbled onto butcher paper stretched over a large makeshift table as Kingsley carved the pork. The feast was on.
Kingsley, right, and his wife, Carla, served roast pork from a whole pig |
The line of hungry party guests stretched clear across the patio, but eventually all were seated and sated. When it was time for dessert, Michelle unveiled matching sheet cakes decorated with each graduate’s senior prom portrait, and then sliced a third cake driven down from New York that morning, a traditional Jamaican rum cake baked by an old family friend in the Bronx, a dense rum-soaked confection laden with candied fruit, one of the best pastries I’ve ever eaten.
It seemed as though friends and relatives continued to appear throughout the evening, with everyone arriving in their "island best", a festive style with a laid-back, super comfortable vibe. I received several compliments on my own soft cotton jumpsuit by Luna Luz, designed in Spain and handcrafted in the U.S., one of three similar frocks I bought about 15 years ago at a little shop in Grapevine, Texas, which I accented for the party with summer sandals, a necklace of seashells I bought in Ocho Rios in 1978 and a shell bracelet I picked up in Nassau two years ago.
As the eating wound down, the music ramped up and young and old alike took to dancing on the patio and the lawn. To sit with a glass of sangria in the waning light of a steamy June day and survey the jubilant scene was to share in the unfettered joy of a large family enjoying each other’s company as they reveled in the passage of two of their own into adulthood, teens with big plans for the future – Samantha will enroll in pharmacology school at Harrisburg University in Pennsylvania and K.C. plans to study physical therapy at the Community College of Baltimore County.
After dinner, the "Electric Slide" was a popular way to burn some calories |
Everyone got in on the dancng! |
K.C. wants to be a physical therapist |
Samantha will study pharmacology |
Cheers,
Lynell
"Han' go, paki come" ~ When you reach out a hand, good things come back to you.
Now that looks like a fun party!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Lynell,
ReplyDeleteI couldn't be there but you brought it home for me. Thanks.
Robert Bowen