I watch streams of melted ice-cream race down the sides of warm, thin pancakes…finally pooling around a glob of sweet lingonberry jam.
No doubt, this Nordic weekly tradition of pea soup and pancakes I’m gonna love.
It got me thinking about other food traditions that have gradually infiltrated my world. Growing up, I remember waiting impatiently for the roasted ram meat we regularly got from our Muslim side of the family during Eid ul-Fitr , widely known as Sallah in the Nigerian Hausa language.
Every Christmas saw us tear into Panettone fruit bread received from the myriad of Italian influences surrounding my family. New Year was rung in with British sardine sandwiches.
Years later, we’d find ourselves gorging on American thanksgiving turkey and ordering Chinese food weekly.
Once of my favorite articles, Tasting Place, explores the travel connection between food and place….how cuisine from various cultures takes us on culinary journeys into various aspects of a culture.
Going beyond sampling local grub to incorporating other food traditions into one’s routine makes life richer….and sweeter.