Corn soup is standard fare at my family gatherings. It is a traditional Native American dish, and I’ll admit…it wasn’t one that I particularly liked, when I was a young child. How I remembered it, from my youth, was that it tasted very bland and the broth was little more than starchy water. I avoided it as much as possible growing up, but I would always have a small portion, so as not to be rude.
Now I’m all grown up, sorta…not so if you ask my wife 🙂 and I love it! Let me be a little more specific about how my taste has matured. This isn’t one of those situations where you hated onions as a child, but one day you have them on a slice of pizza and it’s like you were having them for the first time, and you can’t understand how you went your whole life without them. I basically am still not entirely impressed with the flavor of corn soup, though it has gotten better, but I now taste my history in each spoonful. I sit at a crossroads with every sip, I recognize long lost feelings from my childhood, from the loss of loved ones (as death is often a reason for family to get together) and for the celebration of new life (much better reason to get together). All of these emotions, these sensory anchors, wash over me like the fading images of a dream slipping from awareness. I absolutely LOVE corn soup!
My question to you: do you have any similar experiences, food(s) that you eat to connect with your past? How does eating it make you feel?