As part of a compilation for Vittles on culinary dead ends, I explore the role colonialism has played in preventing my father from passing on couscous recipes to me.
A common trope in food writing – particularly in relation to the diaspora - is the idea that food always connects us to our parents. But what happens when this isn’t the case – when recipes don’t get passed down and don’t translate?
Thanks for the beautiful accompanying illustration by Reena Makwana.