All my life, any important holiday,
event, or birthday was commemorated with a fantastic meal. My mother would cook
up a storm in the kitchen, hours before the meal was served. Any attempt to
help her would result in getting shoo-ed out of the kitchen or given a menial
task that had no real importance to the dish overall. Eating a home-made meal
was an important way for my mom to remind me of her arab culture to me as I
grew up in America.
After reading Norma Buama Joseph's article
I've realized that sharing a good meal with people you love can be one of the
most memorable experiences you can partake in. I truly believe that food is the
language of memory as seen by how it commemorates major religious traditions. In
my family, if a night of Ramadan goes by without a full 5 course meal being
made its practically a crime. Eating samosas reminds me of laughing with my
siblings as we struggled to perfectly fold them. Khoubs, a sweet Yemeni bread,
reminds me of pre-sunrise breakfasts before a full day of fasting. I have loved
coming from a family where culturally and religiously food has highlighted so
many holidays. It's allowed each holiday to be more memorable because of how a
dish can be so captivating of many senses. Sharing a moment of really
spectacular food with people you love and care about really imprints that
moment in your memory even though at times it can come at a high price.
http://foodfeelingsandfilm.blogspot.com/2016/09/fancy-restaurant-vs-experience_13.html
http://foodfeelingsandfilm.blogspot.com/2016/09/fancy-restaurant-vs-experience_13.html
No comments:
Post a Comment