“Tell me what you eat, and I’ll tell you who you are.” Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin
Food is part of our culture, our memories, our habits. For expats, it's simple; it reminds of home, of what we know. It gives us some security, especially at a time when we are at our most insecure.
“When from a long distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised for a long time, like souls, ready to remind us...”
—Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past
“…and every Saturday we’d get a case of beer and fry up some fish. We’d fry it in meal and egg batter, you know, and when it was all brown and crisp — not hard, though — we’d break open that cold beer…” Marie’s eyes went soft as the memory of just such a meal sometime, somewhere transfixed her.
—Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
Quotes from PBS's the Meaning of Food