Back to my roots
This weekend the mister and I are visiting my family…or my roots, as I too dramatically phrased it in my title.
My family, my mom, sisters and grandma in particular, and the kind of comforting people who have to feed you. Do you know what I mean? they feed you when you’re sad, they feed you when you’re celebrating, they feed you when you’re hungry, they feed you when you’re not hungry.
When my mom found out we were coming to visit, her first question wasn’t “what do you want to do when you’re here?” or “what time do you have to leave?” it was “what do you want me to cook for dinner?”.
It’s wonderful actually, a rich part of my culture that has shaped me as a person in a way you might not guess that food could.
So, as I prepare for the trip I consider how much I am like my family…how much I need to feed people. And I am glad that I inherited the feed gene.
How has your food-culture shaped the way you eat/cook/entertain ?
