Our friends got married the other week. A few months ago, we found out that this friend of ours designs the decorative food platter for other peoples’ weddings. We never knew that this friend of ours was an artist until we saw his eatable art! So for his own wedding, he asked Jacob to do the food art. Of course he helped, too. . right until his bride’s immanent arrival!

This society is all about feeding. You feed the bride and groom as they sit, all decked out. The bride and groom feed all the guests a good greasy pulao rice and meat meal. I guess to any cultural outsider, the above sentences don’t really mean much. Kind of like Bengalis wouldn’t recognize the focus on the turkey during our Thanksgiving . . or how Westerners wouldn’t take note of the significance of the many strings tied the wrists of Thai people . . or how Non-Westerners wouldn’t get the extreme cultural connect of Christmas stockings. Feeding others is a way of showing your love. Mothers will literally make a ball of rice in their fingers and put it into their adult son’s mouth if he requests it, or is ill, or has come back from a long time away.

Here’s the couple feeding each other during a private moment. My favorite part of the wedding-weekend happenings was serving food to the guys who had just finished serving the meal to all the guests. They had worked HARD, going out of their way to show respect to all the elders and special out of town guests by being attentive to serve them extra meat, another cucumber, more lentils. . more water, and then the sweet-meat. Us young wives sat all the energetic servers down and served them. That was fun. So much food love.