One of the many great joys of this merging of cultures is food-related. My wife is one of a lengthy line of great cooks of Bohemian food. The recipe card pictured with this post comes from her collection. It's a recipe for dumplings that she got from her aunt Caroline. It's allegedly the same recipe used at Omaha's fabled Bohemian Cafe. While I can't vouch for the authenticity of the recipe's lineage, you can probably tell from the stains on the card that it's a family favorite.
We reveal a good deal of our heritage through food. Indeed, many family cookbooks are laced with details of a family's history. In some cases, it's all a family has to connect it to its past. I suppose that's why I'm such a big fan of potluck dinners. I've always found it fascinating to see what others eat. While many non-Iowans see our state as a white bread, meat-and-potatoes place, that's definitely not the case. You're just as likely to find pud thai, empenadas or biryani at a Des Moines potluck as lime Jell-o or deviled eggs. There's a story behind every dish.
Think of the effect food has had on your life. How special it was to get an orange at Christmas. Those Fourth of July picnics. Wedding receptions. Family reunions. What are the stories behind your favorite recipes?