In my last year of high school I started going to Ossining on the number 13 public bus. Some people in my almost lilly white hometown of Croton dubbed the bus the “Soul Train.” Soul Train because African Americans traveling back and forth to work filled most of the sits on the bus. It never dawned on white classmates that used this pejorative term that I their black classmate viewed it as both racist and insensitive. At the time, I felt too insecure to call them out for using it. Anyway, I’d take the bus to Ossining to get haircuts. One day I was hunting down something to eat after a haircut and went into this Jamaican owned bodega. Something smelt delectable. I quickly learned to identify the smell of freshly baked Jamaican patties—chicken, beef, vegetable, and in some take out joints even more varieties. If you’ve never had a patty I can only say you poor deprived thing. Patties are spicy meat or vegetable filled delights with in both a crispy and flaky golden crust. A chain of restaurants started in Brooklyn called Golden Krust has penetrated the Westchester market with places in White Plains. Lately I also noticed that pizza shops in the area sell beef patties and so does Costco. I learned back in 1981 that patties are the perfect to go food. The store in Ossining sold them piping hot—in fact many such stores have a warning sign posted near the class display that reads, “Caution hot patties fresh out the oven.”
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