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Thursday, June 28, 2012

No Boundaries. No Borders.

The distance around the world is about 25,000 miles but the Internet, ever-evolving technologies, and the freedom and ease of travel have made contacts with faraway cultures a reality. In fact, since I started this blog, I have friends in over 100 of the 196 countries in the world, many who are in my e-club.

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.

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.

Bon Appetit!