This is another blog talking about Gunshow. Our class went there for a nice dinner on March 24th. However, I did not go there because I was sick. Therefore I asked my classmates about what happened that night and wrote this blog.
According to my classmates, the chef Kevin made a unique dessert (like a banana pudding) which tasted super delicious. During the time they were eating the dessert, Kevin told them a story about the origin of that dessert. He said that the dessert was hereditary. Once the oldest woman was too old to cook, she would pass the recipe of the dessert to the second old woman in their big family. However, once got to his generation, his grandmother died without passing the recipe. Fortunately, this dessert was usually made once a year in their family. When Kevin was nine years old, he got the chance and ate all of the dessert when others were sleeping. He thought it gorgeous and he only had it once. After his grandmother died, he really hoped that he could make that dessert again and keep passing the recipe. Therefore, he attempted many times trying to make its original flavor. The first time when he showed his final product to his mother and let her taste it, his mother said “Not bad.” The second time the feedback was “Almost there.” When he showed his third trial to his mother and let her taste it, she cried.
From this real story, I recognize food as a crucial cultural representative of a big family group. Perhaps that banana pudding to us is merely a dish, and a dessert, with its distinctive flavor. Yet to Kevin’s entire family, it embodies an ideology that being passed from generations to generations. It transmits a cooking spirit and keep it hereditary.
According to my classmates, the chef Kevin made a unique dessert (like a banana pudding) which tasted super delicious. During the time they were eating the dessert, Kevin told them a story about the origin of that dessert. He said that the dessert was hereditary. Once the oldest woman was too old to cook, she would pass the recipe of the dessert to the second old woman in their big family. However, once got to his generation, his grandmother died without passing the recipe. Fortunately, this dessert was usually made once a year in their family. When Kevin was nine years old, he got the chance and ate all of the dessert when others were sleeping. He thought it gorgeous and he only had it once. After his grandmother died, he really hoped that he could make that dessert again and keep passing the recipe. Therefore, he attempted many times trying to make its original flavor. The first time when he showed his final product to his mother and let her taste it, his mother said “Not bad.” The second time the feedback was “Almost there.” When he showed his third trial to his mother and let her taste it, she cried.
From this real story, I recognize food as a crucial cultural representative of a big family group. Perhaps that banana pudding to us is merely a dish, and a dessert, with its distinctive flavor. Yet to Kevin’s entire family, it embodies an ideology that being passed from generations to generations. It transmits a cooking spirit and keep it hereditary.