What are some foods that bring you life? I’ll go first: My grandmother’s homemade tortillas and my grandfather’s fried fish.
Growing up, every occasion was ripe for Mexican food: Birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Tuesday nights, breakfast, Easter, when I was sick, when I was happy, when I was sad, and every other meal in between.
This was likely the result of two main factors: my father’s family and their Mexican ancestry, and growing up in San Antonio, a city with a large Mexican population and exceptional Mexican food.
My Grandfather’s fried fish, on the other hand, was not something I ate very often. In fact, if we didn’t visit him down near Corpus Christi during the summers, it wasn’t on the menu. It was a treat to go out to the pier and try to catch a few fish with him, even if the only thing biting were an unsatisfying catch known as Perch.
Food tells our stories perhaps better than even we can. What did you eat while growing up? Why? Did you even like it?
Food often explains where we geographically come from, who we’re in community with, and what we might pass down to the future generations. It is also indicative of our communities: who we’re related to, as well as who we choose to be near.
For this issue, food, community, and occasionally both will be at the forefront. Food and community are bonded by the ways in which they bring us to life, and the hope is that each story in this magazine will offer a glimpse of the impact both might have when given the proper platform.
To food and to community–both of which we would all starve without.