This week I got manically excited about an article I read & realised that over the next three years I may truly become a
tragically narrow-focused zombie-like individual who can only talk about her PhD
project.
It went sort of like
this*…
I had spent the day
reading and making notes on various articles when I happened upon one called, “’Food
is culture, but it’s also power’: the role of food in ethnic and gender
identity construction among Goan Canadian Women.” I read with a kind of rapture
and joy that I hadn’t found [ever] doing the readings for my Honours thesis
last year. (I still don’t know what possessed me to look at post-colonialism!) Then
Significant-Other arrived home and wanted to talk about his day at work (or
something tedious like that) but all I could do was drag the conversation back
to the article I read and the series of epiphanies it invoked. Then while
pouring some drinks for happy hour, I detailed to Now-Relatively-Over-It-Significant-Other
how this article backs up many of the things I was thinking about in relation
to food preparation and women. Then while cooking us some dinner, I regaled
Now-Almost-Completely-Over-It-Significant-Other
with the ways in which this article also addresses ideas of the importance of
women’s roles in foodwork and how this affords them a special status as the
keepers of tradition and culture. Then over dinner I explained how all of these
concepts were things I was already
planning to address in my creative-practice research, does he see how
important this is?!
Significant-Other
then asked quite pointedly,
“So, have you finished writing your
cookbook yet?”
*This is an entirely fictional account based on the factual excitement of finding this article, the lovely Nic is more than supportive (although he does insist on referring to my project as 'writing a cookbook').
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