Love, Loss, and What We Ate Post 2
It is hard being a brown woman in a white world. Padma Lakshmi, the author of Love, Loss, and What We Ate, and I face the same struggles of not being Indian enough and not being American enough. We both fall somewhere in the middle. Through Lakshmi's parent's divorce, she switched between her father's house in the US and her mother, Vijaya's, house in Chennai, India. The constant push and pull between the two cultures is what added to her isolation as a child, which carried into her adulthood. However, her constant was food. Whether that be the classic American TV dinner or flavorful home-cooked meals from her Amma, she found herself indulging in the comfort of food. I personally related to Lakshmi's connection to food, as I never realized the importance of my mother's cooking until I moved off to college. When you are in the absence of good home-cooked food on those long-tiring school days, you finally appreciate the warm food you received as a child. I real...