Identity has been on my mind a lot lately. Whether because of the harrowing realization that my quarter-life crisis search for self may not have ended when I thought it did, or due to something else entirely, is unknown. Or maybe this is just the universal truth of how your twenties are, as my friends and I are coming to find.
Am I a 20-something, left-handed vegetarian? A straight, cisgendered Jewish white girl of Eastern-European and Egyptian descent? The characteristics and likenesses determined by too many BuzzFeed quizzes whose questions about myself I’m unable to answer? All of this confusion and dissipated self-awareness was heightened last week when I read a friend of a friend’s piece in Bon Appétit about cooking and identity.
It had been a really long time since I thought at length about my identity through a culinary lens. The strongest tangible ties I have to my heritage are in recipes my parents, brother or I wrote by hand as someone from an earlier generation made the dish by touch and taste in front of us. But I’ve always owned these foods. I don’t know what it’s like to have them—and therefore a piece of my identity—taken from me, claimed as somebody else’s and told they were never mine.
This can’t be said for everyone: the rampant hatred plaguing society is so widespread that it extends beyond systematic injustices, hate crimes and derogatory slurs to the comfort of the kitchen table.
Michael Twitty, a self-described “black gay Jewish culinary historian” and “one of the chocolate chosen,” discusses culinary appropriation in his 2016 TED talk, “Gastronomy and the social injustice reality of food.” In six minutes, he discusses his journey to find culinary justice, which he defines as “the idea that oppressed peoples have the right to not only be recognized for their gastronomic contributions, but they have the right to their inherent value to derive from them uplift and empowerment.”