When Falling In Love Meant Embracing A New Cuisine
When a meat-and-potatoes white girl from the Midwest fell for an Indian vegetarian, it raised complicated questions about what it means to pass on our food cultures from one generation to the next.
I never intended to become a vegetarian – least of all for love.
That all changed one night in a seafood restaurant in Boston.
I was out with the man I'd just started dating. Sajan is from an Indian family in Montreal, he had been a vegetarian since childhood, and he was struggling to convince the waiter to make something – anything – he could eat.
I'd been looking forward to a nice grilled fish or maybe some mussels simmered in
