Today on the carpool ride to work I glanced out the window as we turned onto a busy street in Kulola Pushta, and did a double take. Sticking out from the trunk of the little red toyota corrolla next to us were the raw legs of an animal carcass. With the trunk tied down over the protruding body, four hooves and glistening, flesh-pink legs bounced around as the car manuevered the potholed dusty street. The remainder of the bare bodyRead More
Food is a very emotional, political, touchy issue. It’s importance as an element of identity pervades all cultures, it is woven deeply into the fabric of our social interactions, expectations and ‘rules’. We share food as a way of communicating our love and care for one another. We commonly turn to food as comfort, in times of both joy and sadness. Food helps us to remember and to imagine. We prepare and make meals that reflect our histories, tell the stories of our ancestors, of revolution and survival. Our food is our identity. We truly are what we eat.