Personal Narrative: My Colombian Culture

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Food is one of human beings favorite addiction. From the arepas, to arroz con coco (coconut rice) there are many different platters from my cultural background. Being Colombian and eating Colombian almost every day brings me closer to these aspects from my culture. The way I feel connected to my Colombian culture is through its food. Many of the meals that I have eaten in my life come from my Colombian culture. Whether I’m home, at my aunt’s house or a family party something that is being made connects me back to my food roots. Living with my mom or being in a household with my mother you’re going to consume a plethora of these Colombian dishes. On a typical weekday my mom likes to accompany most of her dishes that she makes with patacones.

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