Question of the Week: March 7th, 2017.

Do you feel nostalgic for anything from your childhood?

[cn: food]

I feel nostalgic for a lot of dishes my mother used to make.  Now that I’m older I realize some of them were unusual on account of being Chinese or Filipino, and I could lose access to them forever if I don’t make an effort to preserve them.  For example, I was surprised when my boyfriend did not know what Chicken Adobo is–isn’t that a standard dish?  Except apparently it’s only standard in Filipino cuisine.  I had to look up how to make it, apparently it’s quite easy.  One of these days I will figure out how to make a vegetarian version.

Another example came up over winter break, my mother made some rice cake.  I never would have recalled this rice cake without prompting, but it’s something my mother used to make all the time.  I did not even know what it was called!  My mother said it was tikoy.  So far I have been unable to replicate it, but I’ll get there.

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Siggy is a physics grad student in the U.S. He is gay gray-A, and makes amateur attempts at asexual activism. His interests include godlessness, scientific skepticism, and math. While not working or blogging, he plays video and board games with his boyfriend, and folds colored squares.
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2 Responses to Question of the Week: March 7th, 2017.

  1. Funaria says:

    It’s cliche, but summer/Christmas vacations. Having so much time to do things I wanted to do, like read, or play games, or do puzzles or go play outside was a luxury that I didn’t fully appreciate at the time.

  2. luvtheheaven says:

    I feel a lot of nostalgia in general for so much of my childhood, which is somewhat weird when I grew up in a context of abuse, but honestly most things that were separate from my abusive mom somehow got heightened as extra amazing in my mind. Many experiences, locations (even school), and games (computer games or board games – or toys I’d play pretend with like Polly pockets or other doll like things) were a grateful escape, and just plain fun in a way I remember as a big positive. I felt a lot of nostalgia when my grandmother died recently, even more nostalgia once I actually went back to visit my old hometown for likely the last time for the sake of the funeral, grief even for the town itself and lots of little things about it, even when the town is starting to change and different things be built and whatnot.

    I definitely have nostalgia for foods too sometimes, including various desserts my grandmother had once been making annually.

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