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“The first thousand times are hard, after that, it’s easy.” That was my father’s favorite quote to say to me whether I was practicing for a sports team, studying for a test, or cooking with him in the kitchen. My father and mother taught me many life lessons without them even knowing it through their rhythm and ritual. Rhythm and ritual are two things that go hand in hand but have been separated in my family. With my parents divorce, this separation of the two has become more apparent. As my mother uses food as rhythm, my father honors it more with ritual. This idea was first introduced to me in Douglas Bauer’s book, What Was Served. He used it to illustrate the roles of his own mother and father. M.F.K. Fisher also analyzes her parents in her book, The Gastronomical Me. After reading these two excerpts, it is easy to see how …show more content…
My mother was Jewish and chose to raise me as Jewish. Since my father was not Jewish and he was the only one cooking, we didn’t have stereotypical Jewish food very often. Even when we did have latkes for Chanukah or brisket for Passover, it was with my Dad’s own French influenced spin on it. My father’s dominance in the kitchen was present as he would take Jewish foods and make them his own. This is where honoring food with ritual really came into play. Since he was trained as a professional French chef, most of the meals I had growing up were amazing creamy soups or savory sauces. The meals that he created always had his signature style to it and would differ from the norm. This taught me to have a distinct pallet different from my Jewish peers. I was overjoyed to be introduced to various amounts of different foods that my friends didn’t know about or wish they could have. It also become obvious that among my friends, sleeping over at my house became a popular choice just so they could enjoy my father’s
Rhinehart seems almost obsessed with the idea of utility, and finding ways to optimize the way he lives. Alternating between two pairs of jeans and freezing his clothes to clean them, he has a very frank and scientific view on life- regarding it as a “walking chemical reaction”. It’s understandable, therefore, that he would be compelled to create a product like Soylent, cheap, fast, but bland. If Soylent does become the mainstream way of eating one day, one can’t help but wonder about how striving to maximize utility will effect the customs of mealtimes. To many cultures, meals are also a vital time to socialize with friends and family, talk about their day and gain some human interaction. But if the goal is utility, these customs may be rendered
As a result of the war, America felt a new patriotism. As the wealth of the country increased the people were inclined to celebrate their success. They also celebrated having a much easier life than in comparison to the hardship and compromises of the war years. This was evident in the products that were designed to save Americans time and effort. There was advertising particularly aimed at women in the home household products. The consumerist beliefs were perpetuated by the mass media, radio, television, cinema and print media. Household objects and celebrities faces were the way to sell these products. Art became visible to greater sections of the population and to lower classes. Because of its positioning, images were seen in conjunction with advertising and printed on clothing and acce...
His use of this analogy throughout the book allows the reader to think through the different concepts from the low heat and chunky ingredients that can create a healthy meal over time. Although this concept is quite valuable, the time that it takes to establish this slow cooked family seems like such a difficult road, and the thought that came to my mind throughout my reading was wondering whether remarriage is advisable. This blanket statement seems overly harsh; however, the many stresses that remarriage brings to each family member make this decision difficult. While Deal presents this book as a guide to forming healthy stepfamilies, even the biblical accounts Deal uses throughout his text demonstrate the further hardships that blended families’ experience. His journey to the Promised Land analogy provides a good basis for his advice and the hope for redemption of this new family, but I must still question the wisdom in many decisions to remarry, especially when young children are
In her article, “Sweet, Sour, and Resentful,” Firoozeh Dumas directs us through on how her mom readies a feast. She gives us detailed description on how her mother cooks the food for the guests by starting out grocery shopping until the part that the food is ready to be served. She writes about how because of their Iranian traditions they have to prepare a Persian feast for their newcomer friends and family, which brought joy to everyone, but her mother. Yet, we can see that she is trying to make sense to it all, every weekend they have guests over since the Iran’s Revolution started. Vitally, traditions stay great just when they convey satisfaction to the individuals celebrating those traditions. Also, the food that we choose tends to be based upon our culture, economic and social aspects. I agree with her even though traditions within various cultures are very different, but they all are supposed to do one thing that is bring everyone closer to each other, and bring happiness. However, that’s not always the case, especially in this article.
Reading Catfish and Mandala reminded me of my cultural closeness through food. Due to being bi-ethnic I learned how to cook food from both my ethnicities, however there were times when I found myself acting like a foreigner towards certain dishes. A prime example was when I had Chitlins or pig intestines. I had eaten menudo, thanks to my Hispanic mother and this was the first time I had Chitlins, an African American dish via my paternal grandmother. Unlike Menudo, which to me has an appetizing smell and taste, Chitlins were a gray stringy putrid smelling dish. Remembering the utter dislike I obtained from that African American dish, reminded me of Pham’s experience with Vietnamese food. While there are some dishes people can’t stand, most usually embrace a dish from their culture and that helps ease some of the pain or discomfort.
Allos was a young boy from a little province of Binalonan located on the central part of the island of Luzon in the Philippines. He lived with his dad, who farms on their own land, which is the primary source of their living. His mom, living in the town, selling goods in the market. They were among the peasants who worked very hard for the rich landlords just to feed their family. When his brother Leon came back form a war in Europe, he met a girl from another town who he liked. They got engaged and married. There was a tradition during those days that if the girl wasn’t a virgin, the man would have to return her to their village. And when the people found out that the girl deceived Leon, they tied them on a tree and started beating them. Allos’ dad stopped them and when it was over, Leon left the town with his bride and started a new life. Amado, the youngest of his four brothers, who was attending grade school in town living with his mother and their baby sister. His father brought him to the village to help them on their farming. His other brother, Luciano was on camp serving the United States. They all worked so hard for his brother Macario, who was attending high school at the province capital. They needed money for Macario’s education so his father sold a hectare of their four-hectare land. When they needed more, they sold more land. They gave up almost everything they owned just to make their son Macario go to school. One day when his father and his brother Amado were farming, Amado started beating up the carabao. His father stopped him and Amado told his father that he couldn’t live like this anymore. So he ran away from home, leaving Allos as his father’s only helper on the farm. When his brother Macario went home to visit, Allos was speechless. He’s not used to see an educated man. He dressed formal, talked and acted like a real gentleman. When they all gathered on house, Macario said that he needed more money to finish three more months of school. But the money wasn’t enough for three months. So their father decided that they will sell the remaining hectare of their land telling his son not to worry at all.
In his essay, “Economy,” Henry David Thoreau argues that luxuries do not provide happiness. More specifically, Thoreau argues that luxuries hinder the development of humans; he says, “Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind. With respect to luxuries and comforts, the wisest have ever lived a more simple and meagre life than the poor” (13). In this passage, Thoreau is suggesting that it is wise not to live a luxurious life. In conclusion, Thoreau believes the number of luxuries a person has should not determine if a person has led a good life.
...; this is demonstrated through how he imitates her culinary skills at the nursery. He tends to play act baking cakes, laying the table and table manners.
A main theme throughout “Coming Home Again” is the connection that cooking authentic Korean food brings the mother and son together. This connection became apparent early on when the author mentions that, as a child, he always stood beside his mother while she was cooking so he could absorb her techniques (3852). The author briefly described one of Korean meal—kalbi—that he watched his mother make. Kalbi is butchered short rib seasoned with Korean spices and sauces; Lee states:
“Girl” makes the impression that the mother wants the daughter to take over the “women’s” work around the house as well as she tells her which day to wash the white clothes Monday, wash the colored clothes on Tuesday, and she is teaching her how to iron her father’s clothes the way he likes them done and how to sew on a button; “This is how to make a button-hole for the button you have just sewed on.” (380) The mother also is teaching her daughter how to cook for the family. “Cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil,” (380) so that everyone will eat them. The mother also discusses table manners, “always eat your food in such a way that it won’t turn some-one else’s stomach.”
Studying this theme affected my life, my relationships, my feelings, my actions and my values. Learning about rituals brought me the realization that my own family actually has many rituals and traditions, such as Sunday visits at my grandma’s house. Recognizing my own rituals and traditions has affected my relationships with my family, by showing more appreciation for my father and grandmother who passed down the rituals and traditions. This theme has also affected my feelings, since I now feel closer and more connected to my heritage. This has affected my actions and values because I try to carry out these rituals and traditions more than I regularly
Some ethnic restaurants do not conserve authenticity in their food. For multiple reasons, such as the lack of certain ingredients and the difference of the local’s taste that forces restaurants to change the way they cook their dishes to serve their customers what they want. Therefore, this can give culturally inexperienced people the wrong idea of a certain culture. For example, the fast-food restaurant chain “Taco Bell” that serve Mexican food may give Americans the idea that this is what Mexican people usually eat. Taco Bell would represents the Mexican culture in a different way than what it truly is. This does not only happen in the United States. For example, in the middle-east (where I am from) people believe that McDonalds, KFC and Carls Jr. are American foods and that an American family’s regular dinner would usually be these sorts of foods. This reflects differently on what is true about the culture. Although it is true that altered versions of an ethnic dish may present the culture differently than what it really is, this is not the case for everyone. Even Taco Bell could be the starting point for a person to start exploring authentic dishes of Mexican food. Therefore, it boosts the chances that the person will be motivated to learn about Mexican culture. According to Kwast and Kim, “It seems that Ms. Sibley’s efforts to foster
Ashis Nandy, the author of the article “Ethnic Cuisine: The Significant ‘Other,’” writes, “one suspects that the culture of ethnic cuisine and ethnic dining has become more and more sophisticated and complex because it has become a major symbolic substitute for the cultures it is supposed to represent. The Significant ‘Other’” (250). Over the past few years, food from the different cultures and ethnicities has become the symbol of their culture. The restaurant owners started to open their business with the food from different cultures, and people are able to get their hands on not only the food, but have second hand experience through the cultural food. I chose this activity over the others because I love to eat.
As our Christmas party progressed, it was time to start getting all the food ready and set to eat. My grandmother in the kitchen, had finished cooking pancit on the stove, a Filipino noodle dish, which is tradition to have at every family get together. The smell of fried carrots and celery filled the dining room as my grandmother brought it to the table. Once the pancit was put down, everyone knew it was time to eat and gathered around. “Everything looks so appetizing,” said my Uncle Pete with his utensils ready in each hand.
Since I went to a private school, I found it hard to relate to the other students and often felt left out because I had to explain what my food was to my American friends. Growing up with my grandmother often consisted of her arranging everything for me to take to school, and typically any leftovers from that day's celebration would be packed away in a lunch box for me to take to school the next day. Though, I would often feel left out or be isolated from my classmates because they didn’t understand the food that I brought to school. My classmates often would ask me “What is it that