To peregrinate. The namesake of my old blog. It means to travel or wander with the intention of returning to the same place you start. I have in no way completed my wanderings, but I have returned to where I started: Santa Fe, New Mexico. It took me 13 months to get back here. Within that time, I mastered headstands at an Indian ashram, hiked to remote Western Nepalese villages for food insecurity research, and bought a pair of Goodwill overalls to outfit a new gardening obsession back in Davidson. Over the course of these adventures, I went by several titles. In India, I was dubbed Maa-Aarti by my white linen-clad guru. In Nepal, I was strictly “the ever-smiling foreigner” खुसीमा बिदेशि (khushi bideshi). In Davidson, I became the girl who goes to class in dirty overalls. I realize I’m not the same person I was a year ago, but yet I am still somehow me.
Thus I decided to restart this blog. I intend it to be a chronicle of life through food. As Molly Wizenberg writes,
“When I walk in to my kitchen today, I am not alone. Whether we know it or not, none of us is. We bring fathers and mothers and kitchen tables and every meal we have ever eaten. Food is never just food. It’s also a way of getting at something else: who we are, who we have been, and who we want to be.”
I hope that the stories and recipes I share here will nourish you. I hope that we can, together, eat our way toward the light. Aarti.