When I studied business administration, at Unimontes, once a teacher of psychology told us the best food in the world is the one our mother prepares. I was the only to disagree. I preferred the food my grandmother's cooker prepared. That time, the food Anita, who worked during decades for my father's mother, was the best I had tried. Once, the cowboys captured a TATU and she made a meal which was the best I've tried even nowadays. Her coffee was also excellent. I had to drink it everyday I was there, even waking up when the lunch was almost ready.
Some days ago, in a group of mineiros in Curitiba on Facebook, someone asked our favourite food from Minas Gerais. The guy also said the food from Minas in Minas is much better than in Curitiba. I think the problem is that, apparently, people from Curitiba do not appreciate tasty food. The local typical food is barreado, a meat with flour with almost no taste. So, the local restaurants adapt their recipes to please their target. And they destroy the food from Minas, which is, originally, rich in flavours.
The interesting point about this dialogue was that I noticed to be a (rare?) person who does not believe my mother's food is the best makes me free to appreciate the flavours I taste in good restaurants everywhere. More than that, as the food in the house of my other grandmother (my mother's mother) was horrible to see and to eat, along life I learned to cook in order to create food attractive to my eyes, to my mouth and nutritive.
The best food of the world can be anywhere, but certainly is prepared with love, and that's why I now understand the point of view of that teacher. It can be real when the mother feel love to prepare the food for her children. But not all mothers love to cook. Not all women love to cook. Some men do it better than many women. And possibly the relation of each cooker with their jobs have some effect on the dishes offered by restaurants.
Nycka, the nomad
Some days ago, in a group of mineiros in Curitiba on Facebook, someone asked our favourite food from Minas Gerais. The guy also said the food from Minas in Minas is much better than in Curitiba. I think the problem is that, apparently, people from Curitiba do not appreciate tasty food. The local typical food is barreado, a meat with flour with almost no taste. So, the local restaurants adapt their recipes to please their target. And they destroy the food from Minas, which is, originally, rich in flavours.
The interesting point about this dialogue was that I noticed to be a (rare?) person who does not believe my mother's food is the best makes me free to appreciate the flavours I taste in good restaurants everywhere. More than that, as the food in the house of my other grandmother (my mother's mother) was horrible to see and to eat, along life I learned to cook in order to create food attractive to my eyes, to my mouth and nutritive.
The best food of the world can be anywhere, but certainly is prepared with love, and that's why I now understand the point of view of that teacher. It can be real when the mother feel love to prepare the food for her children. But not all mothers love to cook. Not all women love to cook. Some men do it better than many women. And possibly the relation of each cooker with their jobs have some effect on the dishes offered by restaurants.
Nycka, the nomad
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