Soup Joumou and Chill?

It was just after 10 am on New Year's Day, and in our Haitian household, we would not be starting the year right if we didn't have Soup Joumoun, aka Independence Soup. The best soup given to mankind might I add. The sun appeared, and I could smell the aroma from the crack under my door. Over to my side, 'Cari was still in her drunken sleep, which excited me. I could surprise her with some soup, and I am sure she'd appreciated it, considering the mean hangover she'd be nursing today. It was plus for me since I love to share my culture with others, especially my family, and 'Cari was family.

Sneaking out of the room, I made my way to the kitchen, and I could feel my mouth start to water. I could taste it already.

"Mommy!"

She was in the middle of preparing herself a bowl, and I had scared her.

"Jesus, Maje!" She exclaimed, pinning me with a glare.

I laughed, "Who made the Joumou?"