The working class does not worry too much about cultural appropriation.
In our Market, we have the Persian guy cooking Italian, the Filipino guy making Shawarma's, the Ukrainian woman making Turkish food, the Indigenous guy making Taco's, and the White father son team running the most popular Asian food outlet.
Hows’ that for cultural appropriation.
(Ok, so we do have Ukraninans making perogy's, Napali's making Mo Mo's, and El Salvadorians making Puspa's but the working class doesn't worry too much about this kind of thing)
(Incidentally, the Jew from Uzbekistan is the clock maker, so we are all on time)
I agree Tara. Quibbling over lentils? Just eat!! A refreshing and honest love of food, and those who work in kitchens, is on full display in ‘The Bear”. Am waiting with high anticipation for the next season.
"The politicization of everything", I've noticed, is called "the omni-cause"...I don't know what journalist coined it. Also, the working-class aspect of kitchens is evident in the hit show "The Bear", with its diverse cast, and notable absence of identity politics.
Yours won the comment section, as far as I'm concerned. The mark of a rather decadent society if we have so much free time (because we aren't struggling to grow/hunt/make food) that we can fake-fight about it from our arm chairs. yeesh.
The fact that I-- the white daughter-in-law who loved South Indian food-was interested and spent days learning to cook family recipes with my mother-in-law is part of what let her know her son had chosen well. (Her son learned to cook with us too :) My mother-in-law, in her turn, had learned to cook Canadian Thanksgiving dinner from a German-Canadian immigrant. Another Indian Auntie baked a wheat-less cake for the strange gluten-free addition to the family (me), a recipe learned from her Filipino co-workers. I read this article to my partner, and when we tried to imagine having a conversation about 'cultural appropriation of chicken curry' with his mom or the aunties, we just about fell over laughing. Sharing food traditions is not only love language, it is one of the most ancient and sacred ways for cultures to meet in cooperation rather than conflict. In a country as immigrant-driven as Canada, the food genres are bound to get mixed up and learned by many. . . rather like a wonderful cosmopolitan soup. Literally no one cares about these things except elite food writers and bored X account holders. The only thing most of us care about is the age-old human question: how does it taste? Mmmmm, let's eat!
The working class does not worry too much about cultural appropriation.
In our Market, we have the Persian guy cooking Italian, the Filipino guy making Shawarma's, the Ukrainian woman making Turkish food, the Indigenous guy making Taco's, and the White father son team running the most popular Asian food outlet.
Hows’ that for cultural appropriation.
(Ok, so we do have Ukraninans making perogy's, Napali's making Mo Mo's, and El Salvadorians making Puspa's but the working class doesn't worry too much about this kind of thing)
(Incidentally, the Jew from Uzbekistan is the clock maker, so we are all on time)
I agree Tara. Quibbling over lentils? Just eat!! A refreshing and honest love of food, and those who work in kitchens, is on full display in ‘The Bear”. Am waiting with high anticipation for the next season.
"The politicization of everything", I've noticed, is called "the omni-cause"...I don't know what journalist coined it. Also, the working-class aspect of kitchens is evident in the hit show "The Bear", with its diverse cast, and notable absence of identity politics.
Things must be pretty good if we are arguing over food, but not the lack of it.
However, the best line was the woke hate the working class. This is the most succinct description of what is going on that I've heard in months.
Yours won the comment section, as far as I'm concerned. The mark of a rather decadent society if we have so much free time (because we aren't struggling to grow/hunt/make food) that we can fake-fight about it from our arm chairs. yeesh.
The fact that I-- the white daughter-in-law who loved South Indian food-was interested and spent days learning to cook family recipes with my mother-in-law is part of what let her know her son had chosen well. (Her son learned to cook with us too :) My mother-in-law, in her turn, had learned to cook Canadian Thanksgiving dinner from a German-Canadian immigrant. Another Indian Auntie baked a wheat-less cake for the strange gluten-free addition to the family (me), a recipe learned from her Filipino co-workers. I read this article to my partner, and when we tried to imagine having a conversation about 'cultural appropriation of chicken curry' with his mom or the aunties, we just about fell over laughing. Sharing food traditions is not only love language, it is one of the most ancient and sacred ways for cultures to meet in cooperation rather than conflict. In a country as immigrant-driven as Canada, the food genres are bound to get mixed up and learned by many. . . rather like a wonderful cosmopolitan soup. Literally no one cares about these things except elite food writers and bored X account holders. The only thing most of us care about is the age-old human question: how does it taste? Mmmmm, let's eat!
I am so buying that cookbook.