Culture, according to www.dictionary.com, is defined as: the quality in a person or society that arises from a concern for what is regarded as excellent in arts, letters, manners, scholarly pursuits, etc. However, the way I view culture is more traditional. At least, the way my family practices our own culture, we use mainly, if not only our own made-up traditions. What makes my family’s culture so unique is that we not only have our own made-up ones, but we’ve borrowed many traditions from different cultures.
My family celebrates the major holidays together, such h as Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Year’s, etc. Although over the recent past three years or so, my uncles have unfortunately been unable to get along, so we haven’t really been together since. But before, during the happier, much simpler times, when everyone got along, we would all cram into my grandparents’ tiny house. All 33 cousins, all 11 aunts and uncles, not including their spouses, and of course, a few close friends of the family. The house would always feel a lot smaller during lunchtime when everyone would rush to the kitchen as my grandmother would announce that the food was done. The hardest part was finding a seat anywhere in the house!
Food is so important, and probably the only reason most of the family show up to the family gatherings or holidays. Since my father’s parents are originally from Nicaragua, we have to have a couple of Nicaraguense dishes at the gatherings. There’s “platano frito” (fried bananas), which is usually eaten with sour cream, not my personal favorite, but many people seem to enjoy it. Then there’s the staple food at my house: gallo pinto (even though “gallo” means chicken, it really means beans mixed with rice). Some other people like to throw other stuff in there like meat, maybe some mixed vegetables, or even some pepper. But in my humble opinion, mixing all of those unnecessary foods in there just ruin the dish. Some people,...