Once again, I’m going to talk about food.
When I was a girl, I was so accustomed (as most of us are) to eating fish, chicken, scallop, beef, and pork as daily dishes served on Mom’s dining table. It was not until I was 18 that I stopped consuming red meat due to health disorder.
As I grew up and got married – my husband comes from
Recently, I read in National Geographic Magazine how people in
(“What are they? Cannibals or something?” I silently – yet fiercely – wondered.)
Oh, alright. These are simply variations and diversifications of culture that happen all over the globe. I believe other people will be as shocked at watching us eat rawon as much as we are petrified at finding out that paniki is actually made of bat meat!
(“What are those Javanese eating? Dirt-tea?” I once heard some tourists commented on rawon.)
A few days ago, one of my friends (she’s a Manadonese, but lives and works in
“Ricarodo,” I replied, as thinking about the vegetables, herbs, onions and corn I still had to cook to finally serve the Manadonese dish.
“Have you already learned to cook tinorangsak?” she asked again.
“Really, I have,” said
Because, thought I to myself. At least I won’t be the one who’ll have to butcher the swine!
Sigh… Talking about compromising!
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