In The Beginning...

Growing up, my grandparents were avid travelers. My sisters, cousins and I would receive postcards from all around the world with as many history lessons inscribed onto them as my grandmother could fit. It was an incredible journey to live through words of what my grandparents were experiencing in real time. Not only would they write to us about their travels and adventures, they would bring home souvenirs and mementos to solidify their learning's and to expand our imaginations. I would get robes from China, red coated soldiers from London, statues from Italy and much more. Everything had its own story to tell and they were there to tell us in detail.

These memories of my grandparents' travels instilled in me a sense of wonder. It urged me to pursue questions about what the world has to offer from the land to the water, and from the plants to the people. Everything in this world has a story to tell and it is up to humans to interpret and translate those words, ideas and emotions to the people who are listening to those same callings. Everything in this world is pressing us to move forward, to adapt to what tomorrow has in store for us. Yet it simultaneously reminds us to remember where we came from and what road we traveled to be standing in this spot in life.

My travels are to bring back a sense of home and a sense of comfort to myself and to those who have stepped away from what they know. They are reminders to all of us who love what they do, who want to expand on their knowledge, but still pine for that small piece of familiarity we left somewhere safe.
I will be cooking with your grandparents and parents trying to find the food we ate when we were sick or injured or the food we ate when we were joyous and festive. But the catch..... the catch is that it will be worldwide. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Yours in Food,
ezagha