Our Cuisine = Our Stories was invited to take part in an experimental live art event: IRVi – One night in the week against racism in March. We launched a publication, performed, and presented the first Taste Exchange event.
Story samples from the event
Well, food. In Finnish. Peruna. Potato like my nose. I like my nose. But I hate to stand in a potato field with my rubber boots, which are sinking into the mud. The more I try to get out, the more they sink. I cry for help. The worst thing is my friend is also there. We are sinking in the potato field. We were six. Now I am thirty-six and I am here with my potato nose.
Harissa. Harissa is a North African spicy chili paste that is traditionally used in almost every Tunisian dish. When I was a kid we travelled to Tunisia in the summer. I used to eat harissa with a big spoon to show off in front of my cousins and pretend that I was brave enough to bare the hot taste of the chili. Afterwards my mouth got so swollen and painful that I couldn’t sleep at night. I was only 5.
Harissa. Harissa is a North African spicy chili paste that is traditionally used in almost every Tunisian dish. When I was a kid we travelled to Tunisia in the summer. I used to eat harissa with a big spoon to show off in front of my cousins and pretend that I was brave enough to bare the hot taste of the chili. Afterwards my mouth got so swollen and painful that I couldn’t sleep at night. I was only 5.