Food x Therapy Blog
Queer immigrant relationships, told through food.
The event would always start with music.
I would hear the rustling sound of foil being unwrapped, Tupperware tops being opened, and ceramic lids being lifted from casserole dishes. This would be followed by the percussion of serving spoons, tongs, and ladles brandished against the dishes, altogether making a song heralding what’s to come.
We are about to eat.