The chapters of these stories — the cilantro we cut, the wild rice we boil, the tortillas we lovingly craft by hand from masa with our Abuela — they are the chapters of our lives.
Food comforts us. It connects us. It ensures the promise of tomorrow. In that way, our food stories are the most important, perhaps, of all our stories.
But what do our food stories say?
Are they long treatises, heirlooms dog-eared and weathered with age, the recipes only existing in Grandma’s memory? Are they fusions of cultures, creating a brand new story from multiple ones told long ago?
Maybe they’re all these things. Maybe they can be more.
What if, instead, our food stories told the tale of a revolution, of a better future? And what if we began that story with food steeped in centuries of cultural history?