https://partyrecipes.cargo.site PARTY Wed, 17 May 2023 17:21:08 +0000 https://partyrecipes.cargo.site en https://partyrecipes.cargo.site/PARTY-people Tue, 02 May 2023 22:40:22 +0000 PARTY https://partyrecipes.cargo.site/PARTY-people Youth Researchers Jose Dominguez Mendoza Leslie Dominguez Mendoza Sal Francis Calah Gallegos Searcy Hall Dylan White-Stolfus <img width="583" height="917" width_o="583" height_o="917" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/d18647ac95ccf7d364f862047bbc5544cfe1979de20af2ed4429890f5f98d8f2/Joseheadshot.png" data-mid="178955081" border="0" data-rotation="-2.5" alt="Jose" data-caption="Jose" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/583/i/d18647ac95ccf7d364f862047bbc5544cfe1979de20af2ed4429890f5f98d8f2/Joseheadshot.png" /> <img width="579" height="928" width_o="579" height_o="928" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/0f044b0fcc2e195bacd302b1b01e62751fcc88ac5dba3ccca2ffb0fab20f2995/LeslieHS.png" data-mid="178955083" border="0" data-rotation="5" alt="Leslie" data-caption="Leslie" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/579/i/0f044b0fcc2e195bacd302b1b01e62751fcc88ac5dba3ccca2ffb0fab20f2995/LeslieHS.png" /> <img width="591" height="913" width_o="591" height_o="913" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/02df577c56ebcf76580f3842c60f16abbc57bdf77b018f25ccde57cf99c09de2/Salheadshot.png" data-mid="178955086" border="0" alt="Sal" data-caption="Sal" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/591/i/02df577c56ebcf76580f3842c60f16abbc57bdf77b018f25ccde57cf99c09de2/Salheadshot.png" /> <img width="588" height="931" width_o="588" height_o="931" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/5e50f969f35007f2069bb162bb22682048d094cda538343971a1689d6610dabb/CalahHS.png" data-mid="178955080" border="0" data-rotation="-2.5" alt="Calah" data-caption="Calah" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/588/i/5e50f969f35007f2069bb162bb22682048d094cda538343971a1689d6610dabb/CalahHS.png" /> <img width="576" height="913" width_o="576" height_o="913" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/4a5d5c1a414d80aa23cb99137fea641a67fc73a37d3fc7c1e269a0aaa809446b/Searcy-HS.png" data-mid="179096661" border="0" alt="Searcy" data-caption="Searcy" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/576/i/4a5d5c1a414d80aa23cb99137fea641a67fc73a37d3fc7c1e269a0aaa809446b/Searcy-HS.png" /> <img width="584" height="917" width_o="584" height_o="917" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/2cd1b7304c08fb0c78b7ecd0c5dad5c599bc7b5417d494cecae02a431d22e1ab/Dylanheadshot.png" data-mid="178955088" border="0" data-no-zoom="true" alt="Dylan" data-caption="Dylan" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/584/i/2cd1b7304c08fb0c78b7ecd0c5dad5c599bc7b5417d494cecae02a431d22e1ab/Dylanheadshot.png" /> Adult Collaborators* <img width="576" height="910" width_o="576" height_o="910" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/d4c89693d9872d334441bfbe25948b35e5b85c99f16cb97ac3de8ec92b57b412/PARTY-ppl-EAS.png" data-mid="178856865" border="0" data-rotation="2.5" alt="Erin" data-caption="Erin" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/576/i/d4c89693d9872d334441bfbe25948b35e5b85c99f16cb97ac3de8ec92b57b412/PARTY-ppl-EAS.png" /> <img width="578" height="915" width_o="578" height_o="915" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/23c3b10be52240d56c9c30b5806fec508b1b5b2866b009754f94f1ba4b43ba7c/Cordelia-HS.png" data-mid="179100480" border="0" alt="Cordelia" data-caption="Cordelia" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/578/i/23c3b10be52240d56c9c30b5806fec508b1b5b2866b009754f94f1ba4b43ba7c/Cordelia-HS.png" /> <img width="577" height="907" width_o="577" height_o="907" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/123f29c0aac0e858cbb84e7105ce55b46d4019eb927992a9ff03adb4f4136a8c/Florencia-HS.png" data-mid="179226446" border="0" alt="Florencia" data-caption="Florencia" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/577/i/123f29c0aac0e858cbb84e7105ce55b46d4019eb927992a9ff03adb4f4136a8c/Florencia-HS.png" /> Erin AdlersteinDirector of Food Education &amp; AdvocacyFood to Power Cordelia Feess-ArmstrongYouth Education ManagerFood to Power Florencia Rojo, PhD Assistant Professor Michigan State University rojoflor@msu.edu *email Florencia with questions about the project! Special Thanks to:Colorado College, Fall 2022 ‘SO390: Community-Based Research’ students:&nbsp; Maya De Jesus Daisy Gomez Rivera Gabby Hart Sophia Hennessy Alanna Jackson Daniel Lo Casey Millhone Lucaiah Smith-Miodownik Grace Tumavicus <img width="908" height="574" width_o="908" height_o="574" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/6764155e45741d73cc92c76a6166ba62a1b58c98e7cae7252cea3954b62a9bd1/CBR2.png" data-mid="179584084" border="0" data-rotation="-5" alt="CBR class" data-caption="CBR class" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/908/i/6764155e45741d73cc92c76a6166ba62a1b58c98e7cae7252cea3954b62a9bd1/CBR2.png" /> <img width="908" height="574" width_o="908" height_o="574" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/284ffbea3c1d14ea819df6bc11898e78875b993b071ef9c90b481a1bb7c3a8a3/CBR1.png" data-mid="179584083" border="0" data-rotation="5" alt="CBR class " data-caption="CBR class " src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/908/i/284ffbea3c1d14ea819df6bc11898e78875b993b071ef9c90b481a1bb7c3a8a3/CBR1.png" /> Guest Speakers: Cayce Hughes, PhD, Colorado CollegeErika Cervantes, Hunger Free Colorado Mazlyn Freir &amp; Alanna Jackson, Colorado College Research Assistants:&nbsp; Eve Stewart, Colorado College Angelletta Hixon, Food to Power <img width="909" height="571" width_o="909" height_o="571" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/1da47d12ae9e341b1d50fc3e73015f40d3be489ceeadf0e306d9c0029e0e71fc/Eve.png" data-mid="179196270" border="0" data-rotation="5" alt="Eve" data-caption="Eve" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/909/i/1da47d12ae9e341b1d50fc3e73015f40d3be489ceeadf0e306d9c0029e0e71fc/Eve.png" /> With Financial Support From: The Colorado Trust Colorado College Collaborative for Community Engagement https://partyrecipes.cargo.site/Research Wed, 17 May 2023 17:21:08 +0000 PARTY https://partyrecipes.cargo.site/Research Colorado Springs Community Cookbook&nbsp; From October 2022 to May 2023, a group of paid youth researchers came together to better understand food access, food justice, and culinary justice in their community. Informed by critical pedagogies, Participatory Action Research, and the food justice movement, adult facilitators developed a curriculum that prompted youth researchers to identify a food-related issue in their community to investigate for the duration of the program. PARTY youth drove the topic and agenda, posed research questions, selected their methods, and completed the project with adult assistance and facilitation. As a result, the PARTY youth developed a project that allowed them to highlight community knowledge and celebrate their families. <img width="581" height="909" width_o="581" height_o="909" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/b1e4053275b2d11f5e83914cc87b269ae82691f3d91b5c4791026f0c53cec773/methods4.png" data-mid="179094770" border="0" data-rotation="-97.5" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/581/i/b1e4053275b2d11f5e83914cc87b269ae82691f3d91b5c4791026f0c53cec773/methods4.png" /> <img width="576" height="912" width_o="576" height_o="912" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/b742334d1daec2f0f4ebac35431c2e60f7b70928ad110a89114e298dad723800/methods3.png" data-mid="179094769" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/576/i/b742334d1daec2f0f4ebac35431c2e60f7b70928ad110a89114e298dad723800/methods3.png" /> <img width="573" height="921" width_o="573" height_o="921" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/a93e7af01b86aabfc902c708d26e232a09533a2d79b07bf62201ae3563d78ffd/methods6.png" data-mid="179094772" border="0" data-rotation="-125" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/573/i/a93e7af01b86aabfc902c708d26e232a09533a2d79b07bf62201ae3563d78ffd/methods6.png" /> <img width="571" height="905" width_o="571" height_o="905" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/961615e11f49ee334bbf5d9b6246520a8d3798b0ca10b2d79ba5ee6de2781423/methods1.png" data-mid="179094767" border="0" data-rotation="-95" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/571/i/961615e11f49ee334bbf5d9b6246520a8d3798b0ca10b2d79ba5ee6de2781423/methods1.png" /> In other words: “on Tuesdays there's this place where, basically, they give a new fresh meal every day, you share your ideas with people, and you get paid for it!”- Sal, Youth Researcher You can view the final cookbook here. Review our Research Questions, Methods, Findings, Implications, and Lessons Learned by scrolling below. ↓ Research Questions How do families get what they need to make important family recipes? How do stories about those recipes shape families' relationship to food, community, and culture? Methods In order to address the research questions, we conducted audio-recorded in-depth interviews, photos, and observations with families in the Food to Power community as they cooked their important family recipes.&nbsp; We recruited informants through tabling at Food to Power’s no-cost grocery program, and asking our own families and friends to participate.&nbsp; “When Food to Power would do its [no-cost grocery program] we would get into pairs and then we would ask the people that came here if they would be interested in participating in the study. And we told them what it was going to be about. We told them what the requirements were, simple questions to see if they're able to participate in the study. And then once like we did that, we scheduled everybody and then we started interviewing people.” - Leslie, Youth Researcher We conducted interviews with 19 families (53 total informants). Five interviews were conducted in informants’ homes, the remaining 14 were conducted at the Food to Power Hillside Hub kitchen.In interviews, we asked informants questions about culture, memories, and stories related to their dish; the history of their dish; what makes their dish special; the dish’s impact on their lives; and challenges to preparing their dish.&nbsp; “Most of the interviews were just here [at Food to Power], so usually they'd just come to the door with all the groceries and everything. We'd greet each other and then you know, they'd lay out all of the things and then we'd have a recording going of the interview. Well, and then I would just, like, if I'm one interviewing, I'd start going through some of the questions and then of course they'd answer and I'd kind of just try to keep a natural conversation going for as long as possible.” - Sal, Youth Researcher“It wasn't exactly a standard interview where you just sit down with either one person or a group of people and you just ask them questions individually or as a group. We had it where one person or multiple people would be actively making their recipe and their dish. And as they went along, we would ask them questions and take pictures to try to capture as much as possible.” - Dylan, Youth Researcher Preliminary Findings After conducting all the interviews, we looked at our notes, photos, and excerpts from written transcripts of the audio-recorded interviews to reflect on themes related to our research questions. We worked independently, then shared our ideas with each other as a group. Below are some of the preliminary themes we found: Strengthening Family Ties: Teaching, cooking, and eating these dishes were a conduit for sharing family histories and connecting as a family. Valerie makes a cucumber salad recipe with ingredients her grandparents made and grew as farmers in Nebraska. Ryan cooks Irish dishes to feel connected to his extended family in Ireland, who he doesn’t often get to see, and to bring his partner into his Irish culture. Viane’s sisters and cousins cook Tanzanian sambusas together; shaping, filling, and frying 60 individual sambusas can be a joyous activity when many cousins gather around a table to do it. Most families did not have a written recipe for their dish, and cooking required getting together or making phone calls to get it right. For example, Janvier called his sisters and nieces to teach him how to make Congolese food over the phone when he moved to the U.S. Thomas called his dad to get the instructions for his Grandma Lupe’s soup until he got it right. Frequently, families gathered to cook a recipe that honored a specific person, sometimes someone who passed, is far away, or is otherwise challenging to connect to. For example, Natalia’s tía Josephine, who always cared for everyone in the family, has dementia and does not cook her classic dishes any more. Natalia’s family makes her tía’s ceviche recipe because “a world without my tía’s cooking doesn’t make sense.” Seeking Independence: Learning to cook and teaching family members to cook was tied to independence. Many informants learned to cook from a family member as a child and have passed on that skill. For example, Graciela's mom taught her to make tamales as a child, and Graciela brought that knowledge with her when she moved to the U.S. from Mexico. Like her mother, she sometimes sells tamales at festivals and other special occasions. Jeannette learned to cook from her grandmother and ensured her kids started cooking at about ten years old or younger. Now that some of them are out of the house, she is proud they know how to cook and care for themselves. Diana learned to cook at about ten when her mom taught her to make roti. After that, she frequently made meals for her many siblings growing up back home in Trinidad. Natalia’s mom and aunt encouraged her to learn to cook so she would not have to depend on anyone, and she wanted to pass these skills down to her young daughter. Gathering Ingredients:Many dishes were initially created out of ingredients that were accessible, available, and affordable. For example, Thomas’ grandma Lupe created her Beef Soup from extra hamburger meat her husband brought home from his job at a meat packing plant. Janvier’s fufu recipe is typically made of cassava flour, a staple in his home country of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Sarah’s cake was adapted from traditional recipes to use more commonly available ingredients during the Great Depression. The availability of ingredients today in Colorado Springs varies considerably. Some people visit many stores and pantries to get their desired ingredients. Others had an easier time getting everything they needed in one place. Ingredients for international dishes took much work to find. For example, Jeanette went to several Walmarts, each progressively further south in Colorado Springs, to get Goya empanada dough. In contrast, families seeking ingredients considered "American" had an easier time finding them.&nbsp; Implications Why are family recipes important? How does food access and food security connect to family stories about food? “[Culinary justice] is not only having food to eat, but the foods that you want to eat or that are important to you because that really helps people's relationships with food…because it could be really emotional for somebody. I know I have certain foods that I feel really connected to my family when I make them. It's having an option. It's not just, “this is what you get,” it's having an option of what you want to eat.”- Calah, Youth Researcher “Culinary justice is making sure that people, all people, have equal access to the resources that they need concerning food. And that it's not just to food that they need to eat in order to survive, but also food that they can access that will help them make foods that they remember, like their childhood or culturally significant food if they're not living in the same area or country that they used to be living in.”- Dylan, Youth Researcher What We Learned Research Skills: “First, we learned about different methods. We learned about the general basics of a research question and themes and we started off by naming ideas or things that stemmed off of food. And then we figured out what can we research more on what's needed to be researched more on or we tried looking for problems and then we made sure it was relevant, relevant to our community and to the program. And then from there we either got more ideas from what we've got, or we learned more about other things and then we came back to it and we switched stuff before, like choosing our final project to work on.”- Leslie, Youth Researcher Carrying Out a Long-term Project: “My favorite part about doing this project was behind the scenes, understanding what it takes to develop an idea and what it takes to execute an idea to what it takes to actually do it in person the first week and then continuously do it until the finished product comes out. Whether, if it comes out bad, whether we improvise to make it look good. I really like that process.”- Jose, Youth Researcher Community Engagement: “I think [working on this project] made me feel more in tune to…the Food to power community because I actually hear from the people that come here and I hear their voices. But it's also made me inspired to engage more with the other communities that I'm part of, like the Palmer [High School] community and help if there's like a specific issue, like help make other people's voices heard or listen to other people when it comes to those specific issues…I think being a part of this has helped with my listening skills a little bit.” - Dylan, Youth Researcher https://partyrecipes.cargo.site/Homepage Tue, 02 May 2023 18:29:36 +0000 PARTY https://partyrecipes.cargo.site/Homepage PARTY PARTY PARTY Participatory Action Research Team for Youth <img width="5725" height="3041" width_o="5725" height_o="3041" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/025dfd75b204fedc3374cef3b0d7bb0d91108ea5a3a3cb527337070d40796919/PARTY-team-cover-copy-min.png" data-mid="179100234" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/025dfd75b204fedc3374cef3b0d7bb0d91108ea5a3a3cb527337070d40796919/PARTY-team-cover-copy-min.png" /> Participatory Action Research Team for Youth (PARTY) is a paid opportunity for youth aged 14-19 to build community, learn research skills, and take action. Youth Participatory Action Research is an approach to change that centers on youth voices and challenges the idea that only adults know how to solve problems in our neighborhoods and our world. Six young people worked on a research project with help from Food to Power and Colorado College. We've been learning about the food system, food justice, and how to do community-based research.&nbsp;We decided to investigate how people get the ingredients they need for important family dishes, the stories that come with the recipes, and how those stories shape families’ relationship to food, community, and culture. Learn about the Research! Read (&amp; taste) the Cookbook! https://partyrecipes.cargo.site/the-Cookbook Tue, 02 May 2023 18:11:43 +0000 PARTY https://partyrecipes.cargo.site/the-Cookbook Table of Contents <img width="919" height="581" width_o="919" height_o="581" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/0f9a0d7f411bc2907b88bde713ecc06cdee8c6c0f2c225923cb58e390ab47a32/JL1.png" data-mid="179244511" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/919/i/0f9a0d7f411bc2907b88bde713ecc06cdee8c6c0f2c225923cb58e390ab47a32/JL1.png" /> <img width="909" height="572" width_o="909" height_o="572" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/98891f63d81d0b242e062f351078a10bb8673c937919bbcd12e5e8c88944e630/handscooking4.png" data-mid="179215000" border="0" data-rotation="2.5" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/909/i/98891f63d81d0b242e062f351078a10bb8673c937919bbcd12e5e8c88944e630/handscooking4.png" /> <img width="919" height="581" width_o="919" height_o="581" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/f9e72674d8360aa15b1c81cbfe505257dcfa07c7ccf50c18becf81dcc77091d2/Ruthie2.png" data-mid="179244509" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/919/i/f9e72674d8360aa15b1c81cbfe505257dcfa07c7ccf50c18becf81dcc77091d2/Ruthie2.png" /> <img width="919" height="587" width_o="919" height_o="587" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/e5e9700729e38befa249d6cb9df373bc68108b2ae5134c58be83a0a2d146cade/Natalia2.png" data-mid="179211270" border="0" data-rotation="-5" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/919/i/e5e9700729e38befa249d6cb9df373bc68108b2ae5134c58be83a0a2d146cade/Natalia2.png" /> <img width="919" height="581" width_o="919" height_o="581" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/5e569caf7165220b2c0afd4341f4836d44aaa497810cb05d89b54aa46915986b/MM4.png" data-mid="179244510" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/919/i/5e569caf7165220b2c0afd4341f4836d44aaa497810cb05d89b54aa46915986b/MM4.png" /> <img width="918" height="587" width_o="918" height_o="587" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/a9775e51d3e1a00601ee4ed7cdf91402230289173193d4cd5dbec7dc23d37d97/evelyn2.png" data-mid="179211320" border="0" data-rotation="-5" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/918/i/a9775e51d3e1a00601ee4ed7cdf91402230289173193d4cd5dbec7dc23d37d97/evelyn2.png" /> → Fufu with Janvier &amp; Zion → Calabacitas with Evelyn → Rice Pelau with Diana &amp; her roommates → Potato Leek Soup &amp; Chili with Dianna &amp; Sam → Cál Ceannann &amp; Irish Stew with Ryan → Tamales with Graciela → Cucumber Salad with Valerie &amp; her family →&nbsp;Ceviche with Natalia → Sambusa with Viane &amp; his family → Arepas &amp; Sausage Balls with Marcela &amp; Michael → Spanakopita with Erin → Enchiladas &amp; Agua Fresca with Jose &amp; Leslie → Chicken Alfredo with Kesha &amp; her family → Poor Man’s Cake with Sarah &amp; Dylan → Enchilada Casserole with Kelly &amp; her kids → Challah with Ruthie → Asparagus &amp; Bacon Casserole with Amy → Beef Patties &amp; Arroz con Pollo with Jeannette → Beef &amp; Potato Soup with Thomas Through these interviews, we gained valuable insights into traditions, cultures, and stories behind these recipes. We were impressed by the diversity of ingredients and cooking techniques used as well as the passion and pride with which these dishes were prepared. Thank you to the 19 families who participated for their time, enthusiasm, and generosity in sharing their stories and dishes with us. Your contributions have been invaluable to our project and we are deeply grateful for your willingness to be a part of it. <img width="914" height="578" width_o="914" height_o="578" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/5e0c697017f94bc555827316202dcf71079059b37827795578789f5778ba99ac/handscooking1.png" data-mid="179214998" border="0" data-rotation="-5" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/914/i/5e0c697017f94bc555827316202dcf71079059b37827795578789f5778ba99ac/handscooking1.png" /> <img width="919" height="581" width_o="919" height_o="581" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/ad005b5492375fbadfde90636bb2d2164b61062c13ad81a921a8693992806421/hands.png" data-mid="179244523" border="0" data-rotation="5" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/919/i/ad005b5492375fbadfde90636bb2d2164b61062c13ad81a921a8693992806421/hands.png" /> <img width="919" height="581" width_o="919" height_o="581" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/43e2e2396c4cf72e3868bd376b09282145c1923b133cf61097eb81dea96aa659/Kelly.png" data-mid="179244535" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/919/i/43e2e2396c4cf72e3868bd376b09282145c1923b133cf61097eb81dea96aa659/Kelly.png" /> https://partyrecipes.cargo.site/Recipe-1 Tue, 02 May 2023 18:11:43 +0000 PARTY https://partyrecipes.cargo.site/Recipe-1 <img width="3000" height="2165" width_o="3000" height_o="2165" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/5d4b0bd4b675029919eed927bb2de9c8868955fa4cd56169e33cf84f6a40bfae/Writer-in-Room.jpg" data-mid="177434890" border="0" data-no-zoom src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/5d4b0bd4b675029919eed927bb2de9c8868955fa4cd56169e33cf84f6a40bfae/Writer-in-Room.jpg" /> READING 1 ︎︎︎&nbsp;Marcel Proust, Selection 1 from À la recherche du temps perdu Prof. Olivia Theyskens, born April 15, 1976, is a fictitious American literary critic and Sterling Dean of Literature at the fictitious Cargo University. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She has published innumerable fictitious reviews and articles, as well authored two fictitious volumes of short stories. She is perhaps best known for the fictitious story The Tin Ribbon. This will be her third fictitious workshop for The Writer’s Retreat. <img width="2162" height="3000" width_o="2162" height_o="3000" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/e68f8fef3cd030e4019b9b9629e6909fb15125acc87aeedb4e2fa8c3a263713a/Professor-Georgette-Theyskens.jpg" data-mid="177434891" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/e68f8fef3cd030e4019b9b9629e6909fb15125acc87aeedb4e2fa8c3a263713a/Professor-Georgette-Theyskens.jpg" /> For a long time I used to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I had put out my candle, my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say “I'm going to sleep.” And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me; I would try to put away the book which, I imagined, was still in my hands, and to blow out the light; I had been thinking all the time, while I was asleep, of what I had just been reading, but my thoughts had run into a channel of their own, until I myself seemed actually to have become the subject of my book: a church, a quartet, the rivalry between François I and Charles V. This impression would persist for some moments after I was awake; it did not disturb my mind, but it lay like scales upon my eyes and prevented them from registering the fact that the candle was no longer burning. Then it would begin to seem unintelligible, as the thoughts of a former existence must be to a reincarnate spirit; the subject of my book would separate itself from me, leaving me free to choose whether I would form part of it or no; and at the same time my sight would return and I would be astonished to find myself in a state of darkness, pleasant and restful enough for the eyes, and even more, perhaps, for my mind, to which it appeared incomprehensible, without a cause, a matter dark indeed. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I would ask myself what o’clock it could be; I could hear the whistling of trains, which, now nearer and now farther off, punctuating the distance like the note of a bird in a forest, shewed me in perspective the deserted countryside through which a traveller would be hurrying towards the nearest station: the path that he followed being fixed for ever in his memory by the general excitement due to being in a strange place, to doing unusual things, to the last words of conversation, to farewells exchanged beneath an unfamiliar lamp which echoed still in his ears amid the silence of the night; and to the delightful prospect of being once again at home. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I would lay my cheeks gently against the comfortable cheeks of my pillow, as plump and blooming as the cheeks of babyhood. Or I would strike a match to look at my watch. Nearly midnight. The hour when an invalid, who has been obliged to start on a journey and to sleep in a strange hotel, awakens in a moment of illness and sees with glad relief a streak of daylight shewing under his bedroom door. Oh, joy of joys! it is morning. The servants will be about in a minute: he can ring, and some one will come to look after him. The thought of being made comfortable gives him strength to endure his pain. He is certain he heard footsteps: they come nearer, and then die away. The ray of light beneath his door is extinguished. It is midnight; some one has turned out the gas; the last servant has gone to bed, and he must lie all night in agony with no one to bring him any help. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I would fall asleep, and often I would be awake again for short snatches only, just long enough to hear the regular creaking of the wainscot, or to open my eyes to settle the shifting kaleidoscope of the darkness, to savour, in an instantaneous flash of perception, the sleep which lay heavy upon the furniture, the room, the whole surroundings of which I formed but an insignificant part and whose unconsciousness I should very soon return to share. Or, perhaps, while I was asleep I had returned without the least effort to an earlier stage in my life, now for ever outgrown; and had come under the thrall of one of my childish terrors, such as that old terror of my great-uncle's pulling my curls, which was effectually dispelled on the day—the dawn of a new era to me—on which they were finally cropped from my head. I had forgotten that event during my sleep; I remembered it again immediately I had succeeded in making myself wake up to escape my great-uncle's fingers; still, as a measure of precaution, I would bury the whole of my head in the pillow before returning to the world of dreams. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sometimes, too, just as Eve was created from a rib of Adam, so a woman would come into existence while I was sleeping, conceived from some strain in the position of my limbs. Formed by the appetite that I was on the point of gratifying, she it was, I imagined, who offered me that gratification. My body, conscious that its own warmth was permeating hers, would strive to become one with her, and I would awake. The rest of humanity seemed very remote in comparison with this woman whose company I had left but a moment ago: my cheek was still warm with her kiss, my body bent beneath the weight of hers. If, as would sometimes happen, she had the appearance of some woman whom I had known in waking hours, I would abandon myself altogether to the sole quest of her, like people who set out on a journey to see with their own eyes some city that they have always longed to visit, and imagine that they can taste in reality what has charmed their fancy. And then, gradually, the memory of her would dissolve and vanish, until I had forgotten the maiden of my dream. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; When a man is asleep, he has in a circle round him the chain of the hours, the sequence of the years, the order of the heavenly host. Instinctively, when he awakes, he looks to these, and in an instant reads off his own position on the earth's surface and the amount of time that has elapsed during his slumbers; but this ordered procession is apt to grow confused, and to break its ranks. Suppose that, towards morning, after a night of insomnia, sleep descends upon him while he is reading, in quite a different position from that in which he normally goes to sleep, he has only to lift his arm to arrest the sun and turn it back in its course, and, at the moment of waking, he will have no idea of the time, but will conclude that he has just gone to bed. Or suppose that he gets drowsy in some even more abnormal position; sitting in an armchair, say, after dinner: then the world will fall topsy-turvy from its orbit, the magic chair will carry him at full speed through time and space, and when he opens his eyes again he will imagine that he went to sleep months earlier and in some far distant country. But for me it was enough if, in my own bed, my sleep was so heavy as completely to relax my consciousness; for then I lost all sense of the place in which I had gone to sleep, and when I awoke at midnight, not knowing where I was, I could not be sure at first who I was; I had only the most rudimentary sense of existence, such as may lurk and flicker in the depths of an animal's consciousness; I was more destitute of human qualities than the cave-dweller; but then the memory, not yet of the place in which I was, but of various other places where I had lived, and might now very possibly be, would come like a rope let down from heaven to draw me up out of the abyss of not-being, from which I could never have escaped by myself: in a flash I would traverse and surmount centuries of civilization, and out of a half-visualized succession of oil-lamps, followed by shirts with turned-down collars, would put together by degrees the component parts of my ego. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Perhaps the immobility of the things that surround us is forced upon them by our conviction that they are themselves, and not anything else, and by the immobility of our conceptions of them. For it always happened that when I awoke like this, and my mind struggled in an unsuccessful attempt to discover where I was, everything would be moving round me through the darkness: things, places, years. My body, still too heavy with sleep to move, would make an effort to construe the form which its tiredness took as an orientation of its various members, so as to induce from that where the wall lay and the furniture stood, to piece together and to give a name to the house in which it must be living. Its memory, the composite memory of its ribs, knees, and shoulder-blades offered it a whole series of rooms in which it had at one time or another slept; while the unseen walls kept changing, adapting themselves to the shape of each successive room that it remembered, whirling madly through the darkness. And even before my brain, lingering in consideration of when things had happened and of what they had looked like, had collected sufficient impressions to enable it to identify the room, it, my body, would recall from each room in succession what the bed was like, where the doors were, how daylight came in at the windows, whether there was a passage outside, what I had had in my mind when I went to sleep, and had found there when I awoke. The stiffened side underneath my body would, for instance, in trying to fix its position, imagine itself to be lying, face to the wall, in a big bed with a canopy; and at once I would say to myself, "Why, I must have gone to sleep after all, and Mamma never came to say good night!" for I was in the country with my grandfather, who died years ago; and my body, the side upon which I was lying, loyally preserving from the past an impression which my mind should never have forgotten, brought back before my eyes the glimmering flame of the night-light in its bowl of Bohemian glass, shaped like an urn and hung by chains from the ceiling, and the chimney-piece of Siena marble in my bedroom at Combray, in my great-aunt's house, in those far distant days which, at the moment of waking, seemed present without being clearly penned, but would become plainer in a little while when I was properly awake. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Then would come up the memory of a fresh position; the wall slid away in another direction; I was in my room in Mme. de Saint-Loup's house in the country; good heavens, it must be ten o'clock, they will have finished dinner! I must have overslept myself, in the little nap which I always take when I come in from my walk with Mme. de Saint-Loup, before dressing for the evening. For many years have now elapsed since the Combray days, when, coming in from the longest and latest walks, I would still be in time to see the reflection of the sunset glowing in the panes of my bedroom window. It is a very different kind of existence at Tansonville now with Mme. de Saint-Loup, and a different kind of pleasure that I now derive from taking walks only in the evenings, from visiting by moonlight the roads on which I used to play, as a child, in the sunshine; while the bedroom, in which I shall presently fall asleep instead of dressing for dinner, from afar off I can see it, as we return from our walk, with its lamp shining through the window, a solitary beacon in the night. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; These shifting and confused gusts of memory never lasted for more than a few seconds; it often happened that, in my spell of uncertainty as to where I was, I did not distinguish the successive theories of which that uncertainty was composed any more than, when we watch a horse running, we isolate the successive positions of its body as they appear upon a bioscope. But I had seen first one and then another of the rooms in which I had slept during my life, and in the end I would revisit them all in the long course of my waking dream: rooms in winter, where on going to bed I would at once bury my head in a nest, built up out of the most diverse materials, the corner of my pillow, the top of my blankets, a piece of a shawl, the edge of my bed, and a copy of an evening paper, all of which things I would contrive, with the infinite patience of birds building their nests, to cement into one whole; rooms where, in a keen frost, I would feel the satisfaction of being shut in from the outer world (like the sea-swallow which builds at the end of a dark tunnel and is kept warm by the surrounding earth), and where, the fire keeping in all night, I would sleep wrapped up, as it were, in a great cloak of snug and savory air, shot with the glow of the logs which would break out again in flame: in a sort of alcove without walls, a cave of warmth dug out of the heart of the room itself, a zone of heat whose boundaries were constantly shifting and altering in temperature as gusts of air ran across them to strike freshly upon my face, from the corners of the room, or from parts near the window or far from the fireplace which had therefore remained cold—or rooms in summer, where I would delight to feel myself a part of the warm evening, where the moonlight striking upon the half-opened shutters would throw down to the foot of my bed its enchanted ladder; where I would fall asleep, as it might be in the open air, like a titmouse which the breeze keeps poised in the focus of a sunbeam—or sometimes the Louis XVI room, so cheerful that I could never feel really unhappy, even on my first night in it: that room where the slender columns which lightly supported its ceiling would part, ever so gracefully, to indicate where the bed was and to keep it separate; sometimes again that little room with the high ceiling, hollowed in the form of a pyramid out of two separate storeys, and partly walled with mahogany, in which from the first moment my mind was drugged by the unfamiliar scent of flowering grasses, convinced of the hostility of the violet curtains and of the insolent indifference of a clock that chattered on at the top of its voice as though I were not there; while a strange and pitiless mirror with square feet, which stood across one corner of the room, cleared for itself a site I had not looked to find tenanted in the quiet surroundings of my normal field of vision: that room in which my mind, forcing itself for hours on end to leave its moorings, to elongate itself upwards so as to take on the exact shape of the room, and to reach to the summit of that monstrous funnel, had passed so many anxious nights while my body lay stretched out in bed, my eyes staring upwards, my ears straining, my nostrils sniffing uneasily, and my heart beating; until custom had changed the color of the curtains, made the clock keep quiet, brought an expression of pity to the cruel, slanting face of the glass, disguised or even completely dispelled the scent of flowering grasses, and distinctly reduced the apparent loftiness of the ceiling. Custom! that skilful but unhurrying manager who begins by torturing the mind for weeks on end with her provisional arrangements; whom the mind, for all that, is fortunate in discovering, for without the help of custom it would never contrive, by its own efforts, to make any room seem habitable. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Certainly I was now well awake; my body had turned about for the last time and the good angel of certainty had made all the surrounding objects stand still, had set me down under my bedclothes, in my bedroom, and had fixed, approximately in their right places in the uncertain light, my chest of drawers, my writing-table, my fireplace, the window overlooking the street, and both the doors. But it was no good my knowing that I was not in any of those houses of which, in the stupid moment of waking, if I had not caught sight exactly, I could still believe in their possible presence; for memory was now set in motion; as a rule I did not attempt to go to sleep again at once, but used to spend the greater part of the night recalling our life in the old days at Combray with my great-aunt, at Balbec, Paris, Doncières, Venice, and the rest; remembering again all the places and people that I had known, what I had actually seen of them, and what others had told me. https://partyrecipes.cargo.site/Natalia Tue, 02 May 2023 20:36:01 +0000 PARTY https://partyrecipes.cargo.site/Natalia Natalia &amp; her family make Peruvian Ceviche <img width="915" height="580" width_o="915" height_o="580" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/cf754601b856c2c2a31c1793b07259dde64308944d66bc585bded2d335aa86da/Natalia1.png" data-mid="179108476" border="0" data-scale="84" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/915/i/cf754601b856c2c2a31c1793b07259dde64308944d66bc585bded2d335aa86da/Natalia1.png" /> Natalia learned to make ceviche from her Tía Josephine, who moved to the U.S. from Peru in 1941. In the interview, Natalia and her mom Rosario--Tía Josephine’s sister--describe Tía Josephine as not only the cook of the family but the caretaker who helped raise multiple generations before she began to develop dementia: “She has taken care of my mother, her sister, her brother, my daughter, me, my brother, my brother's kids. All of us.” Now that Tía Josephine is aging, Natalia takes on more cooking, keeping the family recipes alive because “a world without my Tía’s cooking doesn’t make sense.” Even though this Peruvian ceviche is Tía Josephine’s recipe, each family member adds their twist. Natalia’s dad is from Uruguay, and instead of serving the ceviche over rice like Tía prefers, he introduced eating it on tostadas with sour cream. Natalia’s partner is Mexican-American, and his family adds tomatoes to their ceviche. And since Natalia has friends who are vegan and vegetarian, she developed a vegan version that substitutes hearts of palm for fish so that she can share this recipe with everyone she loves. The generations argue about how long the fish needs to cure in the lemon juice before it’s time to enjoy the ceviche, but the disagreements about details are just one more way to share in their love of food and each other. In Natalia’s family, food plays several important roles. She says that “food is the thing that brings us together,” even after people have been arguing or just been busy during the day. When Natalia’s dad was in the military, his recipes connected the family to him during deployments, while cooking with him was a way to reconnect when he returned. Teaching each generation to cook is also a way of ensuring their independence. Rosario learned to cook out of necessity when she got married and left her childhood home. Natalia started learning to cook as a child and says her parents raised her to be “independent, 100%....fierce and a storm to be reckoned with.” Now Natalia is teaching her daughter, who is ten, to cook as well “so she doesn't have to depend on anybody.” Though the fish in Colorado is less fresh than in Lima, or even New Jersey, where Natalia was born, she says she finds most ingredients at Walmart or Save A Lot. However, a few items, like ají amarillo, required a special trip to Luna Market. <img width="931" height="597" width_o="931" height_o="597" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/d6f439bd58bc3c586530e8f5c2bb4534171cf76c3cb28da69085ef05a3addcdb/Natalia4.png" data-mid="179108479" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/931/i/d6f439bd58bc3c586530e8f5c2bb4534171cf76c3cb28da69085ef05a3addcdb/Natalia4.png" /> Peruvian Ceviche Servings: 6-10 people Time: 45-60 minutes Ingredients: 2 lbs Swai Fish 1 bag Shrimp 10 Lemons 2-3 Avocado 1-2 Jalapeno 3 Serranos 1 tsp or to tasteGarlic (paste or chopped is preferred) 1 tsp or to taste Ginger (paste is preferred) 3-4 stalks Celery 1 bundle Cilantro 1-2 Red onions Aji Amarillo Yellow Hot Pepper Paste (optional add to taste) Tostada, rice, sweet potatoes or corn (for serving on) Sour cream (for serving) Seafood hot sauce (optional) Instructions Start by boiling water in a pot to make sure there is enough water to submerge the shrimp.While waiting for the pot to boil, start to prepare the Leche de Tigre which is the liquid that will “cook” the Swai fish. Begin by squeezing the lemons into a large bowl. Chop up celery and cilantro. Add the chopped celery, cilantro and the ginger and garlic to the lemon juice. Cut the Swai fish into bite size pieces and add to the bowl with the Leche de Tigre. Cut the onion in half and cut into thin slices and place off to the side. Start on the pica sauce. To a blender add garlic, jalapenos, serranos, ginger and Aji Amarillo (the Aji Amarillo is optional but adds a nice kick of spice to the dish) If your water is boiling add the shrimp for 2-5 minutes, just until it is cooked (if the shrimp is too big feel free to chop it into smaller pieces).Dice the avocado right before adding to make sure they stay nice and green. Grab the bowl with the Swai fish and Leche de Tigre. Add the pica sauce, onion, avocados and shrimp to the bowl. Add salt to taste.This dish can be served after 20 minutes or stored in a covered container and served the next day! Serve on top of rice or sweet potato or corn or tostadas with sour cream.<img width="919" height="587" width_o="919" height_o="587" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/e5e9700729e38befa249d6cb9df373bc68108b2ae5134c58be83a0a2d146cade/Natalia2.png" data-mid="179108477" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/919/i/e5e9700729e38befa249d6cb9df373bc68108b2ae5134c58be83a0a2d146cade/Natalia2.png" /><img width="942" height="591" width_o="942" height_o="591" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/c454816ff060a685c2ad7ef585927a5888c04b67f6a84bef662b8a640fffd4f4/Natalia3.png" data-mid="179108478" border="0" src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/942/i/c454816ff060a685c2ad7ef585927a5888c04b67f6a84bef662b8a640fffd4f4/Natalia3.png" />