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Creative Writing: My Cultural Identity
My cultural identity is shown through the food I eat. South Louisiana has the most diverse food in America. Cajun food is not eaten by everyone ,nor, does everyone go around eating anyone’s Cajun food. Louisiana is known for their unique taste, and cuisine food that leaves a remark on people trying it for the first time. My cultural identity is shown through food, because I can share with everyone our unique taste, and what we call
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