Curry originates from the British but was later adopted into the Japanese and Indian cultures. The Japanese adjusted to it to prevent Beriberi which was known as vitamin B1 deficiency which caused weight loss, irregular heart rates, swelling of internal tissues and emotional disturbance. Curry was later added to the Japanese menu on Friday's as the main course. It was so popular that it was later claimed as a national dish. The ingredients …show more content…
that curry contains are tomatoes, tomatillo, carrots, cilantro, potatoes, garlic cloves, black pepper, steamed rice, corn kernels onion, french baguette, and beef. Each ingredient holds a meaning to me.
Curry's sauce contains carrots, corn kernels, onion, cilantro, potatoes, tomatoes, tomatillos, black peppercorns, french baguette, and chicken broth.
Which would take up two hours to make. You can't after all just throw them in a pot. The tomatoes, tomatillos, carrots, potatoes, and black peppercorns have to be boiled and then blended with the cilantro, and french baguette. After mixing them together you would add the chicken broth. Once it is done you just have to pour the sauce over the beef and white rice. Which is time-consuming, but well worth it. After everything is done you have the main dish. To me, curry symbolizes thanks and diversity. My reasoning for it meaning thanks as in thankfulness is because it helped prevent beriberi. Thus saving many lives along the way. As for the word diversity, it has been tasted by many other races so it is universal. It has been spread around the …show more content…
world.
Even though my love for curry is immense I only have it once a year which usually lands on Thanksgiving.
My family and I usually have Thanksgiving at our church. Which always starts at six. Our pastor always organizes it the same way every year. During service the little kids will be taken downstairs to eat, after them, the teenagers go down. During that time they feed the youngest to the oldest. Hoping to make more room for the adults for when the service and session are over. Besides the turkey, with stuffing, and mashed potatoes with gravy, our church always made curry despite the fact that the pastor was against it. To him it wasn’t right. It wasn’t his traditional dish. He wanted everything Latino. At times it would be the way the Indian culture made it but often at times I was given Karu Raisu the traditional Japanese way. When we don't go to our church for thanksgiving I find myself asking my mother to make curry. To me, it's become a tradition. I have gotten used to sitting next to my brothers as they fought back and forth while eating something non-Hispanic. To me, it was something precious because it was
different.
My enthusiasm for embracing diversity was something I saw as a positivity, while my grandfather was quite the opposite. He saw it as something weird, to him it was upsetting. His exact words were, "Why change who we are? It's better to stick to what we know then blindly diving into something we know nothing of. Don't be something you're not. You are a Latina. Act like one."
This, of course, angered me. I often found myself being compared to my brothers, and cousins due to my lack of appreciation when it came to Latino food. I was tired of seeing the same dishes every now and then. I found myself "drifting" as my grandfather claims to Asian food, which led me to their customs, and culture. To me it was interesting. I yearned to learn more about them which was greatly disapproved by my traditional grandfather. Though he wasn't the only one. Many of the people from my church began to see me differently when
they saw how I began to speak fondly of the Asian culture and spoke more to those who were not of my same race but that of my interest. My father and my claimed philippine grandmother encouraged it while my mother did not. She was after all the daughter of my grandfather. So it was understandable to why she was reluctant to accept my desire to eat and learn more about the origins of curry.
My claimed grandmother Emma, at times, would drag me around to help her purchase and make Asian dishes all while trying to teach me more about her culture, and language claiming, "If you want to learn. You will learn. I will teach you even if your mother and grandfather disapprove of not only me but your reasoning. I will teach you, because who am I to neglect a child who is willing to learn. Certainly not God."