When your mom has that big ass bag of rice in the kitchen...that's when you know you're Haitian. Or when your mom brings home corn meal and you know for a fact that she's making mayi moulen (sorry I don't know how to spell it)
As soon as I the big bag of sweet plantains that's when I get really excited. Because I see the epis covered meat just chilling out in the fridge. WOOOSH! (starts dancing kompa in the kitchen) I love me some good griot!
