In honor of Thanksgiving, some words about the powerful relationship between food and memory:
“For me food and certain smells are tied to my identity, to my homeland. Woodsmoke curling up to an immense blue sky; woodsmoke perfuming my grandmother’s clothes, her skin … Even now and 3,000 miles away, I can see my mother spicing the ground beef, pork and venison with chile. My mouth salivates at the thought of the hot steaming tamales I would be eating if I were home.”
Suzanne Farrell Smith 
Did you see that Vice-Versa is calling for submissions for a theme issue on Food? http://uhviceversa.wordpress.com/submissions/
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