Relationships Made With Food
As I’ve previously mentioned in a prior blog post, I’ve consistently been considered to be a fine chef in my family circle. While I’ve only shared a little bit about my cooking exploits thus far, I feel as though I should provide a little bit of context behind how I got to be a comfortable chef, along with giving credit where credit is due to the person (or rather, people) who helped me learn how to appreciate this practice. While many of the middle eastern recipes I know by heart have predominantly come from the kitchen of my late grandmother, she had passed away before she could complete teaching me how to make certain more complex dishes from our family history/heritage. With this having been said though, the annual family reunion that is held in Slater park every year allowed me to meet (and get to know) another elderly member of my clan who is highly knowledgeable in our family’s traditional recipes. This individual, who I believe is a third cousin of mine, goes by the...