The world is full of foodies who are anxious to share
their little corner of the world. I am mine and I divulge the growing culinary
side of Chicago every chance I get.
Today, with a simple click of the mouse, you can travel
anywhere. I have discovered free cooking classes in the markets in Paris and ethnic
market tours in Vietnam through a woman I met on Craigslist.
Of the diverse 20 in my multicultural club in Chicago,
there is little difference between us besides the fact that they want blonde
hair and blue eyes and I want to come back in my next life with the strikingly,
exotic good looks they were born with.
They always come dressed up. I always come in my flip
flops ready to eat!
We are all different but when it comes to the kitchen,
it’s never easy to differentiate between us. We all have a love of cooking.
I have a passport to just about anywhere when we get
together. Do we share our trade secrets? Well, that’s another narrative.
Ramani thinks that I cook better
Indian food than she does. I think that if my Roomali Roti comes out anywhere close
to hers, I am a genius. She is so good at this bread she can make it with her
eyes closed.
Badria believes that every woman needs a veil to cook a healthier mantu. I agree but
the last time I cooked mantu, to me it tasted a lot like won tons. We laugh about
that. It’s another thing we share.
She recently bought me a veil. It also looks a little Asian but I’ll wear it and see what my cooking style is afterwards.
She recently bought me a veil. It also looks a little Asian but I’ll wear it and see what my cooking style is afterwards.
Nomusa reasons
that if we all cook Hoender Pastei Hoender together, we
are sister’s for life.
She is right you know because it’s great friends and good food that binds us to countries and cultures all for the sake of sisterhood… and some killer Hoender Pastei.
She is right you know because it’s great friends and good food that binds us to countries and cultures all for the sake of sisterhood… and some killer Hoender Pastei.
Bon
Appetit!