Mother's food and pluralism

Growing up in a small town, my world was walled in with a limited perspective. My mother’s
food was the best in the world, no one on the earth can cook better than my mother…. to even think
someone else’s food was ok sounded like betrayal.  Finally, I ended up working for Food Craft Institute, where we trained students to
be chefs, waiters, housekeepers, receptionists, canners and Bakers.

Thank God for that job – every day our students prepared the best of foods from
around the world with over 150 different menu items – you name it, French,
German, Italian, Indonesian, Chinese, Thai, Middle Eastern, British, American
and of course Indian. Then I was in Saudi Arabia, and on our campus we had 10
major dining facilities including Turkish, Filipino, Korean, Indonesian,
Somali, Indian, Arab and of course American.  I am pleased with my tasted bud; it’s my buddy
and enjoys all the great foods.

I learned that my Mother’s food will always be home to me, meaning, I would
crave for it any time and all the times, but my horizons expanded and inclusion
of other enjoyable foods became part of my repertoire.