Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Ahn and Nicholson

These two pieces dug deep into each author’s connection between food and real life. Both authors began their narratives reminiscing about their parents, spurred by a connection with the food they were eating. Ahn, holds vivid memories of his mother’s cooking and its connection with Korean culture. After his parent’s death Ahn reconciled with Korean cuisine that symbolically “filled the void” his parents had left. Nicholson connected “white” foods to his mother because of her peculiar preference for them. While we may find this habit strange, Nicholson writes about it with a sort of detached indifference, as if it were a totally normal condition.

Both authors also connected food with their cultural backgrounds. For Ahn Korean food represented his childhood and Korean culture which he hopes to pass on to his son. When he first moved to America he detested it, preferring his new friend’s American cuisine to his parent’s traditional food. This resentment stemmed from Ahn’s assimilation into American culture at a young age and the inevitable backlash towards Korean culture. For Nicholson white food, particularly Cheshire cheese, symbolized Britain, where his mother grew up.

These essays got me wondering what kind of food I symbolically attach to my parents. I thought and thought but for the life of me I cannot recall any food off the top of my head. As I read though Ahn and Nicholson again before writing I realized that both didn’t know how much a type of food meant to them until they were tasting, smelling and experiencing it. Then they could turn its significance into words. Next time I have a fleeting memory or feeling while eating I am going to take a second, sit back and wonder, what significance does this hold for me?

My Most Recent Meal

I began my most recent meal at Nelson Cafeteria, where the food has begun to almost seem bearable as we enter our last quarter of the year. This meal is the first time me and my hall-mates have all been together since we returned from spring break. We walk to Nelson and after a firm swipe of my DU I.D. I head immediately for the grilled cheese. Despite the cheap toast and pitiful amount of cheese I can never resist a warm grilled cheese for lunch.With a salad and drink to complement I sit at the nearest table and wave my friends over to join. The next twenty minutes are filled to the brim with new stories, adventures and travels undertaken the previous week. It seems everyone has gone somewhere or done something that merits an extended telling. Over the course of the meal I discovered Hawaii for the first time, attended my roommate's crazy house party and witnessed when the girl across the hall crashed her car. I am always amazed at the power of a meal to translate thoughts into words and to bring a community together as one. As is tradition, after the meal I grab 2 cookies to wash down the excitement of the past meal and enjoy them as I reminisce in thoughts of spring break.