…”my mother, born and bred here and having shed her Italian name through marriage, still feels some of the stigma. I tried to explain to her once that all things Italian were now cool. We were acceptable. We now live in a suburb awash with lattes and Pelegrino, where clothes proudly display their Italian origins and Italian food is popular with gourmands and the hoi polloi alike. It means little to her. ‘Sure they like our food now. Why wouldn’t they? It’s a lot better than what they were eating before we came. But it doesn’t mean they accept us.’ P 133
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Eating Between the Lines. Food and Equality in Australia.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment