Sushi, marinated chicken feet, pho, extra-tall burgers, ramen, raw oysters, injera, prawns, crab, Indian buffets, extra-rare steak, spiral-cut ham. Over the years, all those things, and more, have caused consternation as I fumbled over how to eat them properly. A bit about this below and in later posts.
But first, the dosa experience.
This past weekend, a friend introduced me to dosa. Because I鈥檝e led a not-that-well-travelled life, I had never encountered dosa. Eating my first one was an entertainingly delicious experience. It was, as with the most memorable food moments, more than just the eating. There was anticipation, the visual wow when it arrived with all the components, and the watching as my colleague instructed me on his method for tackling a dosa.
A dosa is a crepe made from a rice and lentils batter, with origins in India. In my case, it was a giant crepe that filled a plate even when it was folded in half. Making one looks like it takes a lot of skill and experience. (I鈥檒l ask if I can watch next time.)
I had a masala dosa, with spicy potato and onions in the middle. It came with small containers of coconut chutney and sambar, vegetables in a tasty broth. I didn鈥檛 know how to begin eating it.
鈥淭his is the way I do it,鈥� said my friend, who grew up in India. He spread the chutney on the dosa with a knife, tore apart the dosa, and drizzled on some sambar with a spoon. I followed his example. It was a dish with many characteristics 鈥� crunchy, soft, stretchy, spicy. I would have it again. And will.
We are often judged by the way we eat our food. And that judging is different in different cultures. Growing up in a Chinese household, slurping was no big deal. Our family has peasant roots. I quickly discovered that slurping was not well regarded outside our home. I don鈥檛 remember the moment when that sank in, but it did at some point. Since I can鈥檛 remember it, it mustn鈥檛 have been too traumatic.
Someone, or maybe a bunch of someones, decided that it isn鈥檛 proper to dip your sushi rice ball into soy sauce. If you dip at all, dip the fish, not the rice.
When eating raw oysters on the shell, don鈥檛 pour out the oyster liquid. Slip it into your mouth with the oyster. Chew the oyster, don鈥檛 just swallow it.
At a Chinese table, with communal dishes, it鈥檚 OK to reach, at least in my circle. Using communal chopsticks to bring the food to your plate or bowl is a touch higher class. Not well regarded: reaching to the opposite side of a dish to pluck a particularly choice morsel.
The BBC produced a show called . The commentators said it was perfectly acceptable to reach and help yourself at the dinner table.
There can be so much to occupy your mind when you eat, quite apart from the act of eating. Eating my first dosa, for example, led to all this reflecting about eating.
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