Yesterday I ate too much, I drank too much, it was a day of excesses and I never had so much fun all by myself. I noticed something about the 24 of June posts: even though it was my national day, I talked about food (and half the time in English). It was either that or music. So it made me reflect on the relation between national identity and food and the re. What I miss most about Québec is the food, the heavy stuff that got us through our many cold winters. Traditional food in my country is heavy, inspired by British and Irish gastronomy rather than French one. Our pâté chinois, which has nothing of Chinese, is closer to a shepperd's pie (its name is a mistranslation of said pie) than a hachis parmentier. British food got an unfair reputation: it is supposed to be bland at best, disgusting at worst (and speaking from experience, it is difficult to convince people that you can eat well in England), while the French are praised to have a great, varied national gastronomy. I think said reputations reside in the attitude of each people towards eating. The French take it as a pleasure, while the Brits often consider it a purely functional act ("it's only food" my wife often says, which when I was a child is what my babysitters used to say to force me to eat something I hated, incidentally). I think French cuisine certainly looks more appealing, probably is more varied (but then again, maybe it is an idée reçue with no ground in relity), they managed to sell their brand better. I think we adopted the food of the Brits because it was more suitable for a life under the very harsh Québec weather. We rediscovered our French roots relatively late, and while it is all very good I think our country is naturally more suited for a British type of cuisine.
Anyway, all this to say that I think we can discover a lot about a culture though its gastronomy and that we make an instinctive association between food and identity.
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