fudu for Living
Bread making akin to Sadza is one of those almost hypnotic businesses.
Someone asked today “seriously how much can you talk about food?” and that got me thinking. It’s not food for food’s sake but how it makes you feel and think as it culturally lies in the have-to-do lists in our lives. You see there are things that are around us constantly that form parts of our routines that make the whole essence of who we are. Who you are, what you want out of life and how you set about getting what you want out of life is ultimately played out in the role-playing around food.
I have a view that our food is comfort food, practical but all the same conservative and that’s a reflection of our ideas about ourselves. How far can we really be individuals, can we talk back to our elders, how much self-expression is allowed before we are just downright rude? Fitting in is integral in our family structures and it is seen rearing its head all the way into the pot. There is also an assumption about what lines you can and cannot cross in social settings and this too is seen on the plate. I am a devout carnivore, meat-loving with all its aromas, texture and taste describe that Aspirational Me. “Many aspects of my method are based on my feelings. For instance, I always give my bird a generous massage before I put it in the oven. Why? Because I think the chicken likes it – more important, I like to give it” Julia Child
Just like you can tell a lot about a person by the way they handle being cut off in traffic, make a speech at a family gathering, how they wait for a change in a supermarket or react in a short queue that takes an eternity to clear. The reality is food is the same.