For some reason my family decides to make an exorbitant amount of food during the holidays. While all the cooking was going on, kept wondering why I need to make enough potatoes for 20 or a giant ham. The sad thing was that I had not enjoyed a holiday with my family in a long time and I had forgotten exactly what it was like. There are only five of us but we had enough food for about 35 people, I would say. Here is the amazing thing about my family, they make that much for not just for themselves but for others. During these Holiday’s there is an endless stream of visitors that come to visit my parents and pay their respects and all the food is mainly for all of them. Through out the day people would come in and have some ham or potatoes or a tamale. Or they just came to enjoy one of the many deserts that were made. We had enough sugar filled dishes to kill a small room of diabetics. Needless to say I had simply forgotten what it was like to have so many family members and family friends nearby. I had forgot the very nature of my culture but I quickly got into the groove of giving hugs and kissing cheeks. I miss this type of living from time to time but I do not miss this place itself. However, I’m willing to survive on these brief remberences of culture as I continue to search for something larger than myself.