The Soundtrack of Every Sunday

Picture it: speakers on blast, rice sizzling like a drumline, and Abuela directing the chaos with a wooden spoon baton. It’s less “family hangout” and more full-production telenovela with free food and unlimited plot twists.

Key Players (aka the cast)

Abuela: emotional director and main percussionist. Uncle with the aux: thinks he’s DJ Khaled. Cousins: choreography on sight. That one cousin who always brings a plus-one who disappears at dessert? Legendary.

Unspoken Rules

No one asks permission to sing. Portions are measured in “handfuls.” If you sit down, you will be fed immediately. Silence is suspicious; loudness is love.

Memeable Moments

When the playlist hits a banger and the whole table becomes a flash mob. That dramatic pause when someone mentions politics. Abuela vs. the TV remote — ancient rivalry, always unresolved.

Survival Tips for Newbies

Bring loose pants. Bring a strong stomach. Nod like you get the inside jokes. Smile when someone shouts your name from across the yard and sprint — they mean to feed you.

Why We Keep Showing Up

Because underneath the noise there’s warmth, tradition, and a million tiny ways to say “I love you” — usually accompanied by extra salsa. Chaos guaranteed; regret never.