I can see my father flipping through the pages. Clearly, he's thinking, "what should I make for Thanksgiving this year?". Out of all the recipes in my family cookbook, that rests on the left hand side of my stove, he has to choose one to prepare this year. This is like any other typical cookbook, but with more meaning to me. Unquestionably, it connects my family under one book in which seems to have endless recipes from the cultures within my family. Formerly, it started as a list of recipes to make for the holiday at my great grandmother's house. As a matter of fact, I can vaguely remember the creation of this cookbook. While my family sat around the table jotting down cultural meals, I rode my scooter around the room. Soon after, my mother's relatives finalized this cookbook and gave copies out within the family that had recipes from the cultures within my family. For instance, my grandmother pitched in some Irish recipes, and my father added Italian. Additionally, there are Korean recipes. After I finished my meal on Thanksgiving this year, I made sure to see which cultural dish I was eating. As I have shown, each meal I eat from the cookbook is special to me because it represents where I come from, and that is what makes me who I am today.
– Kaila Bonocore