Ton Ton makes a living organizing cultural events for a non-profit organization that serves the Latino community here in Charlotte. These are usually massive ordeals and he spends months planning them — from booking the artists, to securing sponsorship, to coordinating food and craft vendors.

And this is why my husband completes me. Because while I can’t make it out of the house with Luki without forgetting some essential item (the other day I took him out without shoes), Ton Ton can put on a wildly successful event for thousands of people without overlooking the slightest detail.

Anyway.

Last Friday, he organized a Caribbean celebration that showcased the cultures of Cuba, Puerto Rico and The Dominican Republic. Since I’m a native of the region, he asked me to give a short speech to introduce the Cuban segment of the program.

I decided to prepare some remarks about the things that unite us as a people and said something like, “Despite Cuba’s controversial and polemic regime, there are a few things we can all agree on…”

Then I talked about mojitos, Ibrahim Ferrer, and how stylish everyone looks in a Guayabera. One of the comments I made was, “It’s not a party unless there’s a whole pig roasting in the backyard, a pot of black beans and rice on the stove, and a batch of tostones in the fryer.”

Apparently, I can now add clairvoyant to my resume, because the next day we went to a Cuban friend’s baby shower and were greeted by this:

And thus ensued the greatest (and most delicious) baby shower game I’ve ever played: Fight for the First Piece of Crispy Crackling.