Bangladeshi Cookbooks and National Identity

The emergence of a national cuisine in contemporary India suggests a processual model that needs to be tested comparatively in other postcolonial situations in the contemporary world. The critical features of this model are the twin processes of regional and ethnic specialization, on the one hand, and the development of overarching, crosscutting national cuisines, on the other. These processes are likely to be reflected and reproduced in cookbooks designed by and for the urban middle classes, and particularly their female members, as part of the larger process of the construction of complex public cultures involving media, travel, and entertainment.

This quote is from Arjun Appadurai’s conclusion to his 1988 essay, “How to Make a National Cuisine.” I like the parallelism between the dynamics of regional specialization and national cohesion on the one hand and national specialization and international cohesion, on the other. Food as a cultural site that fosters the cooperation of variety and unity, difference and identity on familial, regional, ethnic, national and international levels make cookbooks diplomatic documents of a given time and place. When I look at cookbooks in this light of cultural collision and exchange, the recipes become interesting exercises of culinary diplomacy.

I always found it difficult to explain how Bangladeshi food is related, yet distinct from Indian cuisine (as defined by Indian restaurants serving the West). Now I realize, this question of a national Bangladeshi cuisine in the international, expat context addresses only one side of the identity crisis. There is also the question of a Bangladeshi national cuisine that recognizes all it’s regional cuisines. Cookbooks by definition are for those who wander from tradition or from home. The more we wander and wonder, the more we build our collective identity. Isn’t that poetic? There is a philosophical impulse as to why so many food blogs combine food, travel and family.

I, a hungryphilosopher, believe, shared questions, not answers, unite us. “How does it taste?” is a loaded cultural question! Over the years, my mom, supplier of cookbooks and avid collector of recipes, gave me three cookbooks that support Appadurai’s dual model of making a national cuisine. They show the growing urban, literate, middle class, as well as, an interest in travel both domestic and international. On a personal level, these books represent my mom’s hope that I retain tastes of Bangladesh that flavor my identity.

All these books are primarily intended for domestic consumption and ex-patriots hoping to recreate “home-food.” The more willing a nation is in supporting regional and cultural differences, of recognizing internal “ethnic-others” the stronger it is able to cook a national cuisine. The progression of Bangladeshi cookbooks in my library shows an emergent respect for regional cuisines but has yet to embrace “ethic-others” into a conversation about a national Bangladeshi cuisine.

Ranna, Khaddo, Pushti (1978) and Bangladeshi Curry Cookbook (1984)  by Siddiqua Kabir

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In 1976 first edition introduction Siddiqua Kabir, the pioneer in Bangladeshi cookbooks,  talks about the book as serving women’s curiosity for foreign foods as well as a need for preserving traditional recipes. In contrast, the introduction to her 1984 Bangladeshi Curry Cookbook, written in English, aims to introduce Bangladeshi curries to non-Bangladeshis.

Secret Kitchen of Tommy Miah (2007)

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This dual-language, Bangla and English, book with glossy images and advertising (for dish washing liquid) on every page shares the fusion recipes of celebrity-chef Tommy Miah.

Bangladesher Ancholik Ranna by Runa Arefin (2009)

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This book written in Bangla is my new favorite. The introduction talks about rescuing threatened regional recipes and traditions, about meeting cooks across the country, about a collective respect for the craft of cooking. I’ve learned a lot about what I thought was familiar yet overlooked.

A more detailed study of Bangaldeshi cookbooks might show a developing national cuisine with its own unique characteristics. How do other emergent national cuisines cook up their identities? Any readers out there willing to share? Belize, Costa Rica, Nepal, Cambodia, Nigeria, Bosnia……

Delicate Balancing Act at Brookville, Charlottesville VA

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This unassuming entrance lead to a wonderful meal when visiting my baby in college a  few weeks ago. She works there during the week and it was my chance to be in a space she spends a lot of her time and clearly enjoys.  From the moment we were greeted at the door through the entire meal I felt the care that infuses the restaurant. The space itself is comforting with warm lighting, an intimate arrangement of tables, textures of brick and wood, books…oh yes, books…why don’t more restaurants have them?

I was prepared to like anything (in the proud and happy glow of my daughter) that was served.

But.

I REALLY liked the food! I didn’t have to struggle to find good things to sing about. I didn’t have to break into teacher mode, looking for positive comments that hide my disappointment. Thank you, Brookville. I can see why my food-loving baby not only enjoys working there but why she respects the chef and people she works with. They are clearly a talented bunch.

It was such an incredibly thoughtful meal. The website describes the restaurant as “farm to table” comfort food. I would describe Chef Harrison’s style as hearty and refreshing, comforting and elegant. Let me explain through the courses (the images do not do justice) :

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First Course: Soft Scrambled Eggs and Biscuit Toast

The traditional southern dish of eggs and biscuits is a hearty and comforting treat. Chef Harrison’s presentation couples that instant recognition with luxuriously soft scrambled eggs served in the shell (like a soft boiled egg) and lightens the dish. Similarly the biscuit is transformed from hearty to elegant when sliced and toasted. This taste of transformed tradition accompanies the entire meal.

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Second Course: Salad with crisp apples

Thin sliced apples, restrained dressing transforms a hearty apple salad into an elegant combination of creamy and crisp textures.

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Third Course: Fresh pasta with mushrooms

Pasta and mushrooms would be a hearty, earthy, creamy and often heavy dish. In offering a light mushroom sauce with fresh pasta, Chef Harrison created a hearty feel with a light taste.

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Fourth Course: Chicken panzanella salad

The moist and delicately flavored chicken could have easily been lost against the crunch and chew of the salad. Instead, the chicken was complimented and highlighted by the salad. Simple, elegant, hearty and refreshing. Smartly crafted.

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Fifth Course: Champange Cake

A perfect end that combined and continued the simplicity and elegance of the meal.

I learned a hearty meal doesn’t have to be heavy. Traditional flavors can be transformed through presentation. Southern food can be casual, welcoming and thoughtfully elegant, just like Brookville, itself.

Thank you, chef Harrison for a wonderful dinner with my daughter and an elegant taste of Virginia.

http://www.brookvillerestaurant.com/

The Martian – Food an Enabling Constraint of Survival

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Recently I enjoyed the book and the movie “The Martian.” No spoiler alerts. Although the plot is public for anyone who reads. I would like to point out for all my fellow hungry philosophers that throughout the movie (especially during the first half) the protagonist is almost always eating. His survival depends on his ability to continue eating. He is not happy when he runs out of ketchup and coffee, a crushing blow to his humanity. Food is a central character in the movie that demands attention and sets the pace. The book details Mark Watney’s food rations, his allotment of “real meals” for celebration, consolation and congratulations, his caloric calculations, his arduous process of farming, his cooking of potatoes etc. Imagine if we all did the same. Makes me want to start a food journal.

The podcast Food: Non-Fiction interviews the author, Andy Weir and worth a listen. Enjoy.

http://www.foodnonfiction.com/2015/10/space-food-with-chris-hadfield-and-andy.html

Invitation to West Lafayette Hungry Philosophers

Dear Hungry Philosophers,

Please join us for what promises to be a wonderful discussion about GLOBAL FOOD from our local perspective: October 22nd, 3:30-5:30 pm. Nelson Hall 1215, Purdue University.

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I would like to thank our panelists for their willingness to share their time and experience with us. Below is a brief introduction to each restaurant and associated panelist. They have much to teach us about making ourselves at home by serving, learning and eating together. For more, please join us in our efforts to extend local goodwill through global food.

La Scala and Restauration

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Crafted, complex and whole are the words Kristen Serrano uses to describe La Scala, a Lafayette Indiana Italian restaurant that she co-owns with her chef-owner husband, Francisco Serrano. Every dish is freshly crafted to order and aims for complex layered tastes. The board at the entrance shows that every effort is made to source from local farms. Extending and centering on this principle of celebrating local produce and products, the couple, also opened Restauration.

Growing up in an Ohio home with an one-acre yard, Kirsten learned to appreciate home grown, cooked and baked foods early. The connection to soil, ground, earth, land (she repeats these words through out our conversation) is important enough for her to live and work on a 5-acre farm now. This nature focused gastronomic DNA serves both La Scala and Restauration well.

It was, however, family food allergies and dietary limitations that pushed Kirsten to learn more about healthy foods and implement her knowledge of holistic nutrition at the restaurants. Restauration, dedicated to their daughter, champions the cause of allergen free, simple, creative and grounded eating.

Due to a nightshade allergy Kirsten can no longer enjoy her favorite eggplant parmesan. However, now she does enjoy the pork steak at Restauration sourced from Sheepdog Farms, brined in apple cider and served with a cider reduction. The dish represents the principles of a simple entree, locally grounded ingredients and creative technique (she credits chef Alex Hernandez).

The Serrano family evolution from La Scala (2000) to Restauration (2015) is a telling example of American transnational food experimenting between old world tastes and a new world of local eating.

http://www.lascalaitalianrestaurant.com/

www.restaurationlafayette.com

Basil Thai and Thai Essence

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When looking for a space in West Lafayette to open his Thai restaurant, Chef Ake recalls the confusion of the real estate agent who asked, “What is Thai Food?,” “Is it rice? Or noodles?” Undeterred by the agent’s discouraging attitude, Chef Ake continued his search. Almost by accident he and his wife Nan discovered the location of Basil Thai when they stopped at bubble tea shop up for sale in Chauncey (where they continue to sell bubble tea now). That was over ten years ago. Now they have another location, Thai Essence, with essentially the same food served in a fine dining atmosphere.

Chef Ake owes his confidence in opening a Thai restaurant in small town Indiana to a keen understanding of students having catered many university events (where he was also a student working on a MFA), as well as having worked as a private chef. For him, running the restaurants requires earning the trust of his customers, taking ownership for all details no matter how small and a willingness to learn and adapt.

Basil Thai and Thai Essence are products of the classic American immigrant drive that involves the journey of a well-established film-maker who wanted better, moved to the U.S., worked through a variety of grueling jobs, between jobs out of sheer determination earned a graduate degree and in the process became a business owner and a cultural translator. Given his own difficult students days, one can understand his particular attention to serving student needs. For example, even in our short conversation in preparation for the panel discussion, Chef Ake’s primary concern was making sure we would have hand sanitizer and napkins to ensure no student would get sick. With a caring and generous spirit, he and his wife, Nan, through Basil Thai and Thai Essence are feeding and building a community of adventurous and at home, eaters.

http://www.thaiessence.net/

Shaukin

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Himanshu and Minal Bhatt relocated, seven years ago, from Orlando (where they owned two Indian street food restaurants) urged by their Purdue-attending son. A familial quality infuses the restaurant. You will find them both running the register, cooking and explaining the menu, as needed. This is an exemplar of a mom and pop store (who happens to be immigrant Indian). The street food menu represents all the regions of India, giving non-South Asians a broad introduction but also South Asians the possibility to enjoy unfamiliar regional tastes. It is a place for casual, fresh food to be enjoyed with friends. In classic deshi (South Asian) familial style they insisted on feeding me. I didn’t resist or complain. It was delicious.

For the Bhatt’s the restaurant is an extension of their family. Even the name, Shaukin is a combination of the names of their daughter and daughter-in-law. Incidentally, the name also references the Hindi word for favorite or favored. They were most excited and proud to share the notes and glowing reviews from their customers. I won’t be surprised if they have all the comments memorized. They thrive on the energy of happy customers. The menu reflects their kind, fun, joyous and accommodating personalities. This small Indiana town suits them well despite the weather where they find people more accepting and appreciative. Or maybe, that assessment is in part a reflection of their own mindset.

http://www.shaukinfoods.com/

I hope you can join us, October 22nd, 2015 at Purdue and celebrate our very own, small town Indiana, GLOCAL eating!

A very special thanks to Kera Lovell, American Studies Ph.D. student and instructor,  for thinking of this and organizing this event!

Warm wishes,

Hungryphil

3 Reasons Why Being a “Bad” Cook, isn’t Bad

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Reason 1: Cooking is a range not a hierarchy.

There are reasons why there is a proliferation of packaged, frozen, canned, boxed, shipped meals. Shocking I know. But. Not everyone likes to cook. Let is be said without sanctimony or disdain that despite recipe books, cooking shows, magazines, blogs, cooking for some remains an unattractive task. Convenience foods along with all modern appliances (refrigerators, microwaves, convection ovens, blenders, standing mixers, food processors) exist because “cooking” has a loose definition that includes opening a bag of Bertolli’s Chicken Florentine to growing and transforming produce into a fancy, farm to table meal, a la, chef Dan Barber’s Blue Hill Farms.  We all have to, individually, discover our own comfort zone with cooking. Sharing take out is much better than joyless cooking (and eating). The family meal may be important but  its the “sharing with the loved ones” (not the”look what I made”) part that’s most important. Particularly, difficult to remember when not everyone around the table is enjoying their meal. Which brings me to…..

Reason 2: Not everyone likes home cooked foods.

I know, I know, if you feed your children fresh, unprocessed foods early, they will not know of the evil fast food options. We all know, life is far more complicated than ideology allows. Who among us hasn’t craved a horribly, unhealthy treat (the trick is not make it a habitual choice).

Jim Gaffigan talks about joyless childhood Sunday dinners when he would’ve much rather have fast food, writing,

I remember being a kid and never being able to find a multicourse meal appealing. I couldn’t understand why we couldn’t just have McDonald’s for Sunday dinner. My eight-year old palette was already accustomed to fast food, and expanding it beyond that has been a lifelong struggle for me. My mom could make thick and juicy home cooked hamburgers on some fancy roll, but I still preferred a thin, tasteless McDonald’s hamburger on that wonderbun.

Gaffigan’s story makes me think of one of my step daughter’s love of Bertolli’s Chicken Florentine. For her, the packaged pasta is a taste of dad’s house. Who am I to take that from her? She knows of other options but for now it is not my place to enforce healthy eating over comforting familiarity. My other step daughter, on the other hand, is a big fan of curries, naan and fresh vegetables. One must account for differing personalities. My daughters will eat anything I cook because they are used to it. My cooking is their home-cooking. Do not cook trying to please everyone. You won’t. The stress of pleasing everyone often accounts for reluctant cooks.

Reason 3: One cook (usually the woman) is not enough.

We cannot ignore the gendered aspect of food preparation at home. Historically, women have been assigned and/or taken on the role of primary home cook, grocery shopper, heater upper and the person to whom the question “what’s for dinner?” is most often aimed. Food can be a creative outlet, an empowering control exercise and it can be a laborious second job. Unless everyone shares in the preparation, no matter how much or how less one enjoys the task, cooking can be unpleasant and lonely. No other domestic task carries such potential for resentful obligation. If you don’t like cooking, don’t do it out of obligation. Not worth it. Make a lot of friends. Go to someone’s house who does like to cook if you are craving a home-cooked meal. Bring flowers. Build a supportive non-judgmental community of eaters. I am not promoting any particular diet, except to make deliberate choices, to design, to eat with awareness. What is your ethics of eating?

Dear “Bad” Cooks (there are no bad cooks, only reluctant and uninterested cooks)

May you buy your prepared meals with pride, choose wisely and consume meaningfully (according to your own culinary cause). We are all just doing our best. Make your non-home cooked meals the best they can be for you.

Wishing you a joyous and empowering time at the table,

Hungryphil

Chicago Food Tour – hosted by Kitchen Art

Yesterday’s Chicago food tour continued this morning with sunny-side up eggs, croissants from Delightful Pastries and a warm cup of black coffee.  A delightful morning indeed! Saturday was a day full of wonderful and delicious culinary discoveries. Thank you Larry for curating an amazing experience that included, fish, doughnuts, Indian food, spices, chocolate, olive oils, pastries and a mega mall size experience of Italian food. Thanks to the trip I have new spices to play with like, sumac, Chinese five spice and zaatar. Besides the flaky buttery croissants, we also sampled a piece of chocolate cake, a lemon bar, a peanut butter raspberry bar, a slice of tiramisu, samosas, laddoos…what am I forgetting? Oh yes…and we fried the fresh fish. Did I mention that was just today AFTER the food tour yesterday. I feel like the hungry caterpillar in the children’s story. Tomorrow I have an appointment with the treadmill and the yoga mat. What weekend culinary discoveries fuel you this week?

Wishing you a delicious week ahead,

Hungryphil

Honey Ginger Chicken with Wasabi Mashed Potatoes

Honey Ginger Chicken: Marinate four chicken thighs with 3 tbs soy sauce, 3 tbs oil, 3 tbs honey (I was so close to finishing my honey bear bottle that I just emptied it into the marinade, making it more like 4 tbs honey), 1/2 tsp garlic crushed/paste/minced, whatever you have and 1/2 tsp garlic paste, salt, pepper. Marinated for three hours. I added a few sliced green chili peppers. Baked at 425 for 20-30 minutes.

Wasabi Mashed Potatoes:  Just regular mashed potatoes. Boil potatoes. Mash. Butter 2 tbs. 1/4 cup heavy cream or sour cream. Salt and pepper. Add 1 tsp of wasabi mustard. Top with green onions.

I can’t take credit for the vegetables. It was just a bag of Bird’s Eye Asian Vegetable Medley. But I have to say the baby corn with its metal flavor was NOT my favorite.

Good dinner. Caramelized skin, succulent warmly spiced chicken, creamy and spicy potatoes. Did I say it was super easy?

You can marinate the chicken things in a bag over the weekend and just bake on a weeknight for an easy no prep dinner. I imagine yummy with noodles and rice too. Let me know how it goes, if you try it.

Amani, I hope you try it in your college kitchen, its cheap, quick and neutral enough to suit many taste palates.

Wishing you delicious improvised and inauthentic dishes,

Hungryphil

Food: A Love Story by Jim Gaffigan

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There is nothing unique or innovative about the Hot Pocket concept. It is fundamentally just meat with a pastry-like cover. This is nothing new. I remember initially looking at the Hot Pocket product I saw in commercials and thinking, Well, that’s just a calzone. I imagined all the South Americans exclaiming, “Hey! That’s our empanada!” And the Jamaicans insisting, “No, that’s our meat pie!” It seems like every culture has a version of the thing we Americans have come to call a Hot Pocket. While these other countries’ dishes seem like real food with some special kind of history, the American version seems like a cheap imitation. The Hot Pocket is sort of a symbol of the way we eat in America. The early development of the Hot Pocket appears to have begun with the TV dinner, the hominid of the Hot Pocket evolutionary chain. In the middle of the last century, our lives got busier, and we got lazier in our food preparation habits. In the 1950s, the TV dinner made it possible for us to conveniently eat in front of our television. The microwave made it possible for us to make the TV dinner faster so we could watch more television. I imagine intravenous food streaming from the television is about a decade away.

This was the best travel read in a long while for me. I laughed out loud to many passages, which I admit, rarely happens. The balance between his and his wife Jeannie’s eating preferences was helpful orientation … and hilarious. The venn diagram of fruitcake and the map of American food according to Gaffigan is worthy of considered study. The visuals, like the diagrams, maps and photos throughout the book were effective in justifying his claims that for example no one likes vegetables or fruits, everyone likes ice cream etc,. Despite my love of vegetables and fruits, I still very much agreed with Gaffigan’s analysis of American food.  As a philosopher how could I not appreciate such unabashed honest self-aware eating!

All joking aside, Gaffigan comically highlights quite a few oddities about the serious problem of American eating and obesity. The quoted passage above helps explain my interest in American food from a design perspective. Notice the mediation of technology in the American Hot Pocket example. After all, a Hot Pocket is a designed object. An ontographic map, a la Levi Bryant, of the Hot Pocket would show that the supermarket, the freezer, the microwave and the television exert gravity absent in traditional variations of empanadas or calzones. The technological intervention and preservation, the emphasis on speed of preparation and the association with television and entertainment, make the Hot Pocket, according to Gaffigan, quintessentially American like Las Vegas all-you-can-eat-buffets.

Food: A Love Story is a personal conceptual and comic exercise of food studies, design studies and American studies. Jim Gaffigan is an exemplary hungry philosopher. I am humbled. And, now very hungry for a cheeseburger.

http://www.jimgaffigan.com/books/food-a-love-story/excerpt

http://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2015/07/the-10-best-food-jokes-of-jim-gaffigan.html

Image from: http://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/236811/food-a-love-story-by-jim-gaffigan/

Zen and the Art of Mushroom Washing

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Mindless repetition is tedious, while mindful repetition is meditative. This is the lesson I learned as I washed large bins of cremini mushrooms. Individually.  For three hours. Before you judge, the preferred method of wiping mushrooms would’ve taken even longer. So in all her wisdom and experience, Chef Liz of Second Helpings suggested I wash the rescued grocery mushrooms. Smart chef.

Spending a considerable amount of time devoted to a single task as any craftsman, line cook, factory worker knows, makes one REALLY absorb the material. I can close my eyes and smell the earthy ground, feel the difference between firm and fresh mushrooms versus slimy, spongy mushrooms, I can follow the curves, the fragile stems. Given these were rescue mushrooms, my mode of inspection was heightened in order to discard anything fuzzy and green.

Yes, there were moments when I felt the weight of the repetitive task and hoped my time with the mushrooms would end. I also knew that soon these mushrooms would be sliced, roasted and then added to dishes that would feed so many. I suppose it is this stretch of the imagination and shared work that brings all of us volunteers into the kitchen everyday.

Admittedly, there was something else besides such abstract musings of a beneficent outcome. I had an odd sense of being present with this mushroom held under a stream of water. Everything else receded. It was strange that I could oscillate between complete mushroom awareness and complete mushroom annoyance. This explains so much about how I live life. I feel always immersed and burdened at the same time.

I wonder how you emotionally and intellectually process repetitive peeling, chopping, washing, stirring, shaping or wrapping. Thoughts?

Here is one thought I found in the essay, “The Nourishing Arts,” by Michel de Certeau and Luce Giard (from Food and Culture: A Reader edited by Carole Counihan and Penny Van Esterik)

I discovered bit by bit not the pleasure of eating good meals (I am seldom drawn to solitary delights), but that of manipulating raw material, of organizing, combining, modifying, and inventing. I learned the tranquil joy of anticipated hospitality, when one prepares a meal to share with friends the same way in which one composes a party tune or draws: with moving hands, careful fingers, the whole body inhabited with the rhythm of working and the mind awakening, freed from its own poderousness, flitting from idea to memory, finally seizing on a certain chain of thought, and then modulating this tattered writing once again. Thus, surreptitiously and without suspecting it, I had been invested with the secret, tenacious pleasure of doing-cooking.

… The sophisticated ritualization of basic gestures has thus become more dear to me than the persistence of words and texts, because body techniques seem better protected from the superficiality of fashion, and also, a more profound and heavier material faithfulness is at play there, a way of being-in-the-world and making it one’s home.

That’s my story for today.

Wishing you all good food stories,

Hungryphil

For those of you, hungry philosophers, in the Indianapolis area please check out this amazing organization with a three-pronged mission to rescue food, cook for the community and train people to enter the food industry.

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