Food : The bond keeping us together ! 

 It is believed that food brings nostalgia , to me it brings memories ! Memories which are not crystal   clear , but as I remember them they are followed by a sheer sense of content and belonging . When   I smell a ﬂavour or a dish it takes me back down that memory lane when I ﬁrst experienced it or it   could just be a part of another story in my life . So I personally believe food has memory , it has   stories of what has been and what could be . We grow up eating dishes cooked by our mothers   and grandmothers , and usually spend time re - creating those dishes to experience them once   again . For the longest of time , eating “ Chole Bhature ” took me back to the cold breezy mornings   near the Vaishno Devi temple in Jammu , where I had the most delicious “ Chole Bhature ” . The   memory that comes to my mind is not the amazing taste , but the joy of eating it together with my   family and the scenic view behind us . Experiences like this made me fall deeper in love with food ,   and what intrigued me the most was that just a simple act of eating or cooking holds together a   plethora of emotions . 

 The love with which food is prepared and the gratitude of the one having it is a bond beyond   words , because we might not even need to know the person who is cooking for us or witness   their love through words or touch , but just a bite into the delicious food that they have cooked   with all of their heart is enough to experience the magnitude of their aﬀection . Once I invited some   friends over for lunch , which is a rare occasion as we are not in the same city most of the time .   They are young boys who have an appetite that no amount of food can fulﬁl apparently , and at the   end of the meal , they obviously appreciated the food I prepared but they also pointed out that    they were completely satiated and could not believe it . The one thing that came to my mind after   hearing this was that maybe the amount of food does not matter but rather the amount of love   with which I prepared the food and the warmth with which I served them , ultimately ﬁlled their   stomachs . While thinking about love and food the ﬁrst thing that comes to mind is a mothers food   and how can it not ! Every child believes it in their heart that nobody cooks better than their moth- ers . When I think of this adage my understanding comes down to this , that it is not that all moth- ers are extraordinary cooks but they are all equipped with the same amount of love that they pour   unconditionally when they prepare food to feed their children . 

 I am a culinary enthusiast and I have known it for the most part of my life but when I think about   how it started , my passion or belonging to food that I hold , the one person that comes to my mind   is my mother . I hear fellow students say we cooked with our grandmothers , they told us stories ,   and that s where they received their calling but I personally can not relate to that . The only person   from whom I have gained this love for cooking is my mother . I do not remember the big exact   moment when I had an epiphany to pursue a career in Culinary Arts , but there were small , deﬁn- ing occasions which made me realise that this is what I can see myself doing in my life . My moth- er is a Home Maker , and I have grown up watching her manage a house eﬀortlessly and with   ease . Even when I cook now , I believe that she deserves to be the ﬁrst person to eat as home   makers do not have that privilege , they feed everyone and then they feed their own stomachs . I   am inspired by the way she cooks , she has a clear vision of how the dish is supposed to be , she   works organised and with a lightning speed . I try learning dishes from her and her methods to   cooking , and I observed that her recipes are so uncomplicated and simple , yet they give such   amazing results . When I try re - creating those recipes , I realise that its not as easy as it seems to   be , but rather she makes it looks eﬀortless because of the years of experience on hand and the   immense portion of love that she pours everyday into her food without fail . Basically the food that   we cook resembles the feelings and emotions that we hold while preparing them . If we are happy   and ecstatic the dish prepared might not be correct but it will surely taste delicious . If we are wor- ried and sad , the food comes out bland and ﬂavourless . If we are not well and low on our energy ,   the dish will come out good but it lacks that spice and essence of joy . My analogy is solely based   on what I experienced during the pandemic as it gave me a lot of time to experiment and not al- ways was I in a good mood . 

 With the whole world at stand still and the whole population being conﬁned to their homes , the   one thing that we thrived upon was food . We could see a dish trending every week , inspiring oth- ers to do the same and for that we have social media to thank . We went through phases of ba- nana bread , focaccia , popsicles , dalgona coﬀee and what not . Food was keeping us sane , enter- 

 tained , relaxed and most importantly occupied . People who detested cooking were enjoying , ex- perimenting and attempting to try out dishes in their kitchen . Lockdown was lifted up , the virus is   still surrounding us but so is food . With the lockdown lifting up people saw opportunities , they put   their kitchen experiences to use and started their home businesses . We saw emerging home   kitchens , weekend kitchens and even people providing food to the needful . Soon I realised that   even through such tiresome circumstances food found a way to lighten up our lives and it was   inevitable that it is the bond that is keeping us together . 

 My philosophy of food is that it has the capability to love , nurture and heal . We have the power   and the strength to provide people with the same , through food inspired by our mothers , grand- mothers , memories , stories and bucket full of experiences . Here ’s to food and the meaning it   brings to our life with such an adamant existence ! 


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### Input: Food : The bond keeping us together ! 

 It is believed that food brings nostalgia , to me it brings memories ! Memories which are not crystal   clear , but as I remember them they are followed by a sheer sense of content and belonging . When   I smell a ﬂavour or a dish it takes me back down that memory lane when I ﬁrst experienced it or it   could just be a part of another story in my life . So I personally believe food has memory , it has   stories of what has been and what could be . We grow up eating dishes cooked by our mothers   and grandmothers , and usually spend time re - creating those dishes to experience them once   again . For the longest of time , eating “ Chole Bhature ” took me back to the cold breezy mornings   near the Vaishno Devi temple in Jammu , where I had the most delicious “ Chole Bhature ” . The   memory that comes to my mind is not the amazing taste , but the joy of eating it together with my   family and the scenic view behind us . Experiences like this made me fall deeper in love with food ,   and what intrigued me the most was that just a simple act of eating or cooking holds together a   plethora of emotions . 

 The love with which food is prepared and the gratitude of the one having it is a bond beyond   words , because we might not even need to know the person who is cooking for us or witness   their love through words or touch , but just a bite into the delicious food that they have cooked   with all of their heart is enough to experience the magnitude of their aﬀection . Once I invited some   friends over for lunch , which is a rare occasion as we are not in the same city most of the time .   They are young boys who have an appetite that no amount of food can fulﬁl apparently , and at the   end of the meal , they obviously appreciated the food I prepared but they also pointed out that    they were completely satiated and could not believe it . The one thing that came to my mind after   hearing this was that maybe the amount of food does not matter but rather the amount of love   with which I prepared the food and the warmth with which I served them , ultimately ﬁlled their   stomachs . While thinking about love and food the ﬁrst thing that comes to mind is a mothers food   and how can it not ! Every child believes it in their heart that nobody cooks better than their moth- ers . When I think of this adage my understanding comes down to this , that it is not that all moth- ers are extraordinary cooks but they are all equipped with the same amount of love that they pour   unconditionally when they prepare food to feed their children . 

 I am a culinary enthusiast and I have known it for the most part of my life but when I think about   how it started , my passion or belonging to food that I hold , the one person that comes to my mind   is my mother . I hear fellow students say we cooked with our grandmothers , they told us stories ,   and that s where they received their calling but I personally can not relate to that . The only person   from whom I have gained this love for cooking is my mother . I do not remember the big exact   moment when I had an epiphany to pursue a career in Culinary Arts , but there were small , deﬁn- ing occasions which made me realise that this is what I can see myself doing in my life . My moth- er is a Home Maker , and I have grown up watching her manage a house eﬀortlessly and with   ease . Even when I cook now , I believe that she deserves to be the ﬁrst person to eat as home   makers do not have that privilege , they feed everyone and then they feed their own stomachs . I   am inspired by the way she cooks , she has a clear vision of how the dish is supposed to be , she   works organised and with a lightning speed . I try learning dishes from her and her methods to   cooking , and I observed that her recipes are so uncomplicated and simple , yet they give such   amazing results . When I try re - creating those recipes , I realise that its not as easy as it seems to   be , but rather she makes it looks eﬀortless because of the years of experience on hand and the   immense portion of love that she pours everyday into her food without fail . Basically the food that   we cook resembles the feelings and emotions that we hold while preparing them . If we are happy   and ecstatic the dish prepared might not be correct but it will surely taste delicious . If we are wor- ried and sad , the food comes out bland and ﬂavourless . If we are not well and low on our energy ,   the dish will come out good but it lacks that spice and essence of joy . My analogy is solely based   on what I experienced during the pandemic as it gave me a lot of time to experiment and not al- ways was I in a good mood . 

 With the whole world at stand still and the whole population being conﬁned to their homes , the   one thing that we thrived upon was food . We could see a dish trending every week , inspiring oth- ers to do the same and for that we have social media to thank . We went through phases of ba- nana bread , focaccia , popsicles , dalgona coﬀee and what not . Food was keeping us sane , enter- 

 tained , relaxed and most importantly occupied . People who detested cooking were enjoying , ex- perimenting and attempting to try out dishes in their kitchen . Lockdown was lifted up , the virus is   still surrounding us but so is food . With the lockdown lifting up people saw opportunities , they put   their kitchen experiences to use and started their home businesses . We saw emerging home   kitchens , weekend kitchens and even people providing food to the needful . Soon I realised that   even through such tiresome circumstances food found a way to lighten up our lives and it was   inevitable that it is the bond that is keeping us together . 

 My philosophy of food is that it has the capability to love , nurture and heal . We have the power   and the strength to provide people with the same , through food inspired by our mothers , grand- mothers , memories , stories and bucket full of experiences . Here ’s to food and the meaning it   brings to our life with such an adamant existence !
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