This afternoon, when I was serving rice for the hub, I couldn't help feeling a pang of longing - I mean this is what I grew up eating and it is such an integral part of my culture and who I am. And I felt like I suddenly was distancing myself away from this part of me. It wasn't craving, but - not to sound dramatic - a pain of loss. Do any of you feel that way about the foods you grew up on? I know this is a fleeting feeling but felt like sharing it here and asking you all how you feel about the foods you had to give up.
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Food and culture