Spices, culture and the value of cuisine
daniel patterson

The term ethnic food really bugs me. As though my Vietnamese friends who were born and raised in the USA are somehow not American.

A company I worked at once had a large cafeteria. The areas were labeled “Greens”, “Home”, “International”. Greens was the salad bar. Home was things like baked chicken, mashed potatoes, broccoli etc. International was Indian food. A subtle hint that if you didn’t grow up eating baked chicken and mashed potatoes you’re really an outsider.

Fortunately someone finally got it and renamed the sections to something more inclusive for all.

Here’s hoping more and more amazing foods make make it to everyone’s tables

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