Earlier this year, I celebrated Ramadan for the first time with my girlfriend. It was a special moment for the both of us, and the first night we broke fast I couldn’t stop thinking about how grateful I was for food, love, and the glasses of water we both downed as soon as the sun set. This year, she’s celebrating Christmas for the first time with my family, and I’ve been preparing her by watching a stream of classic movies and picking out our very first tree together. During the holidays, I’ve been reflecting on what a privilege it is for both of us to be introduced to new aspects of our culture, so much of which revolves around family and food. It’s reminded me of a time, a few months ago, when we shared a funny learning experience with each other – even though it took a little while for me to get there.
Heh, it sounds funny to my ears that you weren't comfortable bringing, receiving or prepping food for social occasions. And no judgement intended at all - food and the role it plays is definitely a cultural thing. As a Mediterranean region native, feeding others is a learned ritual from childhood and reinforced throughout life. Great post, thank you.
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May your cultural experiences and gratitude continue to thrive.
Heh, it sounds funny to my ears that you weren't comfortable bringing, receiving or prepping food for social occasions. And no judgement intended at all - food and the role it plays is definitely a cultural thing. As a Mediterranean region native, feeding others is a learned ritual from childhood and reinforced throughout life. Great post, thank you.