Memoir
Throughout my youth I was connected directly or indirectly with food. In my small agricultural village all my relatives and friends worked off the land to make a living. I was always surrounded by loud noise of tractor and heavy agricultural machinery, also by smells from fresh crops and the view of vast fields surrounding the outskirts of my village. If you really think about it, all of your five senses are at work constantly. Touch, is one of the key senses because you have to work with your hands and you grow an appreciation because you see how tough it is to grow and process what we eat, so waste is out of the question! Taste, is the most amazing sense, you get to enjoy all of your hard work coming together in an amazing culinary experience and you enjoy it to its fullest because you know that everything is safe, healthy and organic.
My grandfather would send me home with the bed of my truck full of tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, eggs and freshly slaughtered poultry. When I arrived at home my mother knew exactly what to do. She was cleaning the produce, peeling the cucumbers, cutting the tomatoes and salting the olives to be consumed in the following weeks and also taking the feathers off the poultry. I have no words to describe the unique smell of the dirt as it was coming off the fresh produce. I get the same feeling every time I am outdoors during spring or summer and it is so dry out, and all of a sudden a few drops of rain hit the freshly plowed dirt on the ground.
Even though I only mentioned half of the products we produce my mother would have in her mind a lot of different ways to combine these products in order to make the most exquisite meals. The combination of fresh produce and the spices such as; cardamom, colander, fresh garlic, rosemary, paprika, cumin, saffron, and cayenne can even satisfy the most demanding taste buds. To some people of different cultures might think the way we cook is a little odd. For instance, we make “kokoretsi” which consists of lamb intestines, liver and tongue of the lamb all skewered and wrapped around a metal stick. First we skewer the tongue, after that we cut the liver in to little pieces and then to finalize the process we wrap the intestines around the skewer and grill the whole thing for a few hours. Also the same process works for another meal called “magiritsa” and we usually cook it and consume it on Easter Sunday. We have a lot of traditional foods that coincide with specific holidays and religious events. For each of these events my mother would cook the appropriate meal.
Food is a whole process from beginning to end and it is a family event that is treasured by everyone, young and old. Almost every day we have a new freshly cooked meal in my house that we eat as a family. Coming to America has given me a new perspective on food because the vast majority of the food is very processed and it is very rare for families to sit together and enjoy a home cooked meal. I believe this is one of the many reasons for the growing rate of obesity in the America and in the world. It is hard nowadays in this fast paced society to cook a meal everyday and sit together to dine. It seems that people have found the solution to this problem by inventing energy bars, drive through fast food joints, TV dinners and canned foods but they do not know that nothing can substitute the nutritional value of real food.
In my future family I plan on implementing family dinners, home cooked meals and a garden full of valuable nutritional fruits and vegetables. It is hard to keep up with what I just mentioned but I believe that it so important for a healthy happy family. Like Hippocrates, the father of medicine, said “We are what we eat”.
