This weekend I was at a family reunion that spanned 4 generations and was the ultimate unity of two cultures in many ways. More on that later 🙂
The reunion concluded today, on India’s Independence Day.
Meanwhile, here are a few differences and similarities just between 2 generations, represented by a simple morning meal:
We brew freshly ground single-origin coffee beans in the morning.
They made chai with coarsely grated gingerrot and a ready-made chai masala mix.
We toast whole-grain bread, sometimes artisan-style, and slice up hard-boiled eggs. Often we will have an assortment of farmer’s market or homemade jams.
They griddle-cooked (or tawa-cooked I should say) hot paranthas with oil or ghee accompanied by an aachaar or two and savory and fine chick pea vermicelli-like “noodles” called sev. That specific breakfast matches up with a hot cup of chai like pancakes couple with maple syrup.
We work on our computers and catch up on overnight emails with our cuppa jo languidly sitting by.
They would read the paper or watch the morning anchorman and have a quick chat over breakfast.
We ferociously pack lunches for our kids while pressuring them into eating their oatmeal quickly and finishing their organic milk.
They would give us $2 to buy our school lunches and never had to rush us to eat our Cinnamon Toast Crunch, in un-organic milk.
My immigrant parents kept so much of their country alive with us and brought so much of this country into us. We embrace both in our meals and breakfast rituals, and we have also made our own.
Happy Independence Day India. You are always in our family every day.