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Kicked Out of the Kitchen

(by Anie Hart)

I’ve always had a rather distant relationship to food, perhaps because I never learned anything about nutrition as a child, and my mother always kicked me out of the kitchen. She preferred to cook alone with her phone and her cigarettes, Peg Bundy-style.

My mother left home in the Philippines when she was 17 to travel the world as a dancer. At 23 she met my father and settled in Norway. Lacking any formal education or practical knowledge of home economics, she learned by doing and was not afraid to experiment.