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Brief Contents
Preface xix
Acknowledgments xxi
Chapter 1 Introduction 5
Food Origins 5
Early Food Habits 5
Agricultural Developments 6
Influences Determining Diets 8
Geography 8
Environmental Factors 9
Broadening Horizons 11
A Capsule of Cultures and Conquests 12
Early Cultural Sites 12
Conquests and Empires 13
Emerging Trade Routes 17
Today’s World Food Scene 19
Populations at Risk 19
Production 21
Distribution 21
Economics 21
Summary 22 • Study Questions 22 • Bibliography 23
Chapter 3 Religions 37
Hinduism 38
Overview 38
Prominent Gods 38
Beliefs 39
Caste System 39
Reincarnation 40
Respect for Life 40
Holidays 40
Food Practices 41
Buddhism 42
History 42
Foundations 42
Buddhism in Practice 43
Festivals 44
Food Practices 44
Confucianism and Taoism 45
Taoism 46
Rituals and Food 46
Shintoism 47
Festivals 47
Judaism 48
Religious Celebrations 49
Traditions 50
Food Practices 51
Food Traditions 51
Christianity 52
Religious Holidays 54
Food Practices 54
Islam (Muslim) 55
Foundations of Islam 55
Roles of Islamic Men 58
Women’s Roles 58
Architectural Heritage 59
Historical Perspectives 59
Muslim Calendar 59
Dietary Laws 59
Islamic Sects 60
Latter-Day Saints (Mormon) 60
Seventh-Day Adventist 60
Recipes 60 • Summary 65 • Study
Questions 66 • Bibliography 67
Contents xi
Chapter 5 Scandinavia 87
Geographic Overview 87
The Midnight Sun 88
Influenced by the Sea 88
History and Culture 89
The Vikings 89
Political History 90
Religion 90
The Arts 91
The Scandinavian Larder 91
Food Patterns 92
Holidays 94
Recipes 96 • Summary 100 • Study
Questions 100 • Bibliography 101
Features 167
Agriculture 168
History and Culture 168
Foreign Influences 168
Exploring and Colonizing 169
The Inquisition 170
Language 170
Religion 170
The Arts 171
Food Patterns 174
Portugal 174
Spain 174
Recipes 176 • Summary 178 • Study
Questions 179 • Bibliography 179
Cambodia 275
Laos 276
Vietnam 277
Malaysia 277
Indonesia 278
French Polynesia 278
The Philippines 280
Religion 280
The Arts 281
Food Patterns 283
Foods 283
Foreign Influences 285
Recipes 287 • Summary 290 • Study
Questions 291 • Bibliography 291
Traditions 331
The Arts 332
Sports 333
Holidays 333
Food Patterns 333
Rice 333
Soy Products 334
Food from the Sea 334
Soups 335
Noodles 336
Vegetables 336
Dining 337
Recipes 337 • Summary 342 • Study
Questions 343 • Bibliography 343
Glossary 443
Recipe Index 455
Subject Index 459
Preface
This has been a particularly interesting and challenging time to be writing this edition; the Arab
Spring heralded a period of unrest and turmoil which is clearly still evolving. It has been sober-
ing to remember that I was in Benghazi driving past the American Embassy in 2006, a year after
Libya had first welcomed tourists, and now barely seven years later, dreams of international
peace are ever harder to bring to reality. However, common threads of human needs still afford
some avenues for understanding and appreciating the uniqueness of individuals and nations.
Food offers a particularly significant pathway of study to promote cultural knowledge. I hope
that this edition can be helpful to those seeking to expand their knowledge and understanding of
food and its cultural variations.
Food is a significant messenger of culture and the human experience. We have all grown
up with experiences of family meals and parties where we ate delicious foods that were favor-
ites dating back at least a generation. Conversations may have recalled the great fried chicken,
spaghetti and meatballs, or tamales that Grandma used to make. The special treats vary with our
ancestral tree, but memories of food specialties still persist for us.
Each of us is a member of (or soon will become a part of) a minority in the United States.
This remarkable increase in diversity within the U.S. population means that we all need to learn
more about the world: its geographic parameters, food, and social and economic factors that
have shaped the people who have emigrated from other nations to the United States. Better rela-
tionships between individuals, within schools, and throughout communities and the nation begin
with learning about one another, what we value and seek. Food preferences and eating habits
provide a fascinating and very approachable avenue for promoting understanding.
Now is a wonderful time to get acquainted with the world, its nations, their people, and
culture. Your study will increase your knowledge and appreciation of the diverse traditions and
food patterns of people in your community, school, and workplace. You will develop a spirit
of adventure as you discover exciting new flavors and textures in foods from around the world.
Whether you are preparing these dishes yourself or dining in a restaurant featuring foreign spe-
cialties, your enjoyment will be enhanced when you know about the region or country that devel-
oped the original cuisine. Regardless of your professional goals, this book will help you become
a citizen of the world. However, this knowledge is particularly important for dietitians, nutrition-
ists, and food technologists as they strive to help people from other cultures achieve healthy and
satisfying food patterns in this country.
This edition has been changed in several ways. The chapter on Canada is new. I have also
included discussion on some of the world’s food problems and the reasons for severe food short-
ages in several countries. Maps of the regions and countries are provided throughout. More color
and black-and-white pictures are included to help readers visualize the uniqueness of the differ-
ent places visited in the book. Definitions in the margins and study questions are additional aids.
Now it is time to journey with me around the world through the pages of this book.
Let’s go!
Margaret McWilliams
Redondo Beach, California
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listening to a conversation between two transatlantic liners. I
suppose if the manager of the hotel had known about it, he’d have
charged me extra for using the bed as an aerial.
It showed me, though, that there were great possibilities in
wireless and that we may yet be able to talk with the inhabitants of
Mars. I wanted to get into wireless deeper and I did.
CHAPTER II—MY FIRST JOB AS AN OPERATOR
Just before the Christmas holidays my father, who was the New York
manager of the Singer Crude Oil Engine Company, told mother and
me that he had to make a business trip to Nicaragua.
There was nothing exciting in this announcement for dad went off
on business trips quite often, but when he said that he would take us
with him and we’d go by steamer I immediately sat up and took
notice, for I had wanted to make a sea voyage ever since I could
remember.
It may seem a little queer but although I lived almost within sight
of the old Atlantic and picked up messages right along from coast
liners, the only trip I had ever made was on a little steam launch that
takes unwary pleasure victims from Asbury Park outbound toward
Europe for about ten miles, or until every one’s gizzard is turned
wrong-side-out (much to the delight of the fishes) and back again.
I said every one was sea-sick nigh unto death but as a matter of
fact there were just three human beings aboard the Snail that were
able to step ashore like sober folks and walk a fairly straight line. I
don’t want to do any bragging but these sole survivors of mal-de-mer
were the captain and the engineer, who made up the crew, and
yours truly.
To make a real ocean voyage on a sure enough steamer meant
something more to me than just a sea-going trip, for a law had been
passed some time before making it compulsory for all ocean
passenger vessels to have a wireless outfit aboard and I was just
bugs to see a regular ship set in operation.
For the next few days everything around home was a hurry-up
place—like going away for the summer—and I was mighty glad
when at last we took the Erie (not weary) railroad for Jersey City,
where the Pan-American Line had its docks. Once there, a couple of
porters relieved us of our numerous pieces of hand baggage, and
trailing along in the rear of dad and mom, I came aboard feeling like
a duke.
After we were shown our staterooms by the steward I made a
bee-line for the wireless room, but found it locked, the operator not
yet having put in an appearance. To kill time till he came I went up on
the hurricane deck, that is the upper deck, to take a look at the
aerial.
It was formed of a couple of parallel wires about 200 feet long
suspended between the masts and insulated from them by strain
insulators of the kind that was then known as the Navy type. I was
standing close to one of the funnels looking up at the aerial, which
seemed to me to be a middling one—I had seen better and worse in
Montclair—when all of a sudden there was a terrific noise set up and
for a second I failed to cohere—that is I was nearly scared stiff. In an
instant my jigger was right again, for it was only the ship’s whistle
blowing its deep throated blast to let those who had come aboard to
say good-by to their friends who were sailing, know that it was time
to go ashore, and to those ashore who wanted to take the boat know
that they had better get a move on them if they expected to make it.
When I got back to the wireless room there was quite a collection
of people crowded around the little window, but whether for the
purpose of sending messages or out of curiosity I didn’t know. I
stood about as much chance of getting up to that window as a fellow
has of getting on a subway express at Brooklyn Bridge during the
rush hour.
I went away in disgust and didn’t go back again until we had
sailed down the river, passed through the Narrows and had dropped
the pilot out at sea.
Suddenly I heard the ze—ze—zip—zip—zippy snap of the sparks
of the transmitter as the operator began to send, and I rushed madly
to the wireless room. As I ran down the passageway I read ‒··· ·‒· ‒
that is B R T, B R T, B R T, at intervals of every two or three
minutes; B R T was the call letter of some shore station that the
operator was trying to get, but without my book, which gave the call
letters of the different ship and shore stations, I couldn’t tell which
one it was.
You know, of course, that when a vessel wants to talk to a station
either on ship or shore the first thing the operator does is to listen-in
—to make sure that he will not interfere with messages that are
being exchanged between other stations within his range. If the ether
isn’t too busy he then sends the call letter of the station he wants.
On reaching the wireless room I found a bigger crowd
congregated around the window than ever for the zip—zippy crackle
of the sparks as they broke down the air between the spark-gap
electrodes had attracted the curious even as honey attracts insects
of the Musca domestica family, i.e., houseflies, and I couldn’t get
within six feet of it.
There was a short lull while the operator looked over a message
which a little man with red hair and a pepper and salt suit had written
out. When the operator started to send again I read off the name of
our ship, the state of the weather and the number of words he
intended to send, all of which was in accordance with the regular
routine prescribed by the rules and regulations of the company for
governing communications by wireless between ships and shore
stations. The message ran like this:
For fear you may not know the Morse code which was used by all
coastwise steamers in those early days, I will do it into English for
you.
Transcriber’s note: The code shown is American Morse Code, which differs from
the more familiar International Morse Code in use today.
As I have said, I was in the coastwise trade for nearly a year, and
could savvy anything in English or Spanish, Morse or Continental,
that the old-time operators were able to send. I had sent and
received messages of every description and for every conceivable
purpose.
Why, once a brother operator and I married a maid who was on
board my ship to a man somewhere in Panama by wireless. Of
course there was a minister at each end to help the ceremony along
but it was we operators who really did it with our wireless sets.
Another time while we were running through a storm it was my
pleasant duty to flash the tidings ashore that a stork had overtaken
us and added two more to our passenger list, both consigned, to use
a maritime term, to the same family.
The most exciting time I had while I was on the Carlos Madino
was when we were taking a cargo of munitions to the Nicaraguan
government and which we had orders to land at “Alvarada,” the
headquarters of the Army.
When we were within a day’s run of that port I heard the call CM
CM CM which was our ship. I sent my O. K., and then got a
message for the Captain which told him to land the cargo at
“Grayville” as the insurgents were watching “Alvarada.” It was signed
Strada, Minister of War, Nicaragua.
I took this important message to the Captain myself and we were
soon headed for “Grayville.” Several other messages passed
between the Captain and the Minister of War and it struck me that
the signals were the strongest I had ever received for the distance
covered; in fact they were strong enough for a 5 kilowatt transmitter
instead of a 2 kilowatt transmitter which I knew was installed at the
station at “Alvarada.”
My first thought was that I had struck some highly sensitive spot
on my crystal and I tested it out only to find that wherever I put the
wire point on it the signals came in just as clear and loud. I
wondered. While I am not the seventh son of a son-of-a-gun nor do I
claim any supernatural powers I got the hunch that down here in
tropic waters where insurrections are the rule and not the exception
all was not as it should be.
I told the Captain about it and while he didn’t take much stock in
the idea he had a search made of the ship. One of the room
stewards reported that he had found an electric cord with a plug end
hanging from a lamp socket in room 138. It might have been for an
electric iron, for a hot-water heater or any one of a dozen other
electric appliances, he said, but it looked suspicious.
A more thorough search of room 138, in which the Captain and I
took part, revealed a heavy suit case under the bunk, which had a
place to plug in the cord, another for the receivers, and a key—at
least this was my theory. A strict watch was kept on the stateroom
and I went back and sent GA, which was the call for “Alvarada” every
few minutes.
In the course of fifteen minutes or so I got the OK of the operator
at GA. The steward who had entered the stateroom adjoining the
one occupied by the suspect heard the faintest sounds of sparks
coming from it. After this report I made a careful examination of my
aerial and found that the leading-in wire from it which connected with
my aerial switch had been cut while the end of the wire from my
instruments had been connected to a wire so small it could scarcely
be seen and this wire led to stateroom 138.
After connecting my instruments to the aerial again I immediately
got in touch with the station at “Alvarada” and learned that no orders
had been given by the Minister of War to change our port of
destination. The Captain had the protesting passenger put in irons to
be turned over to the government officials of Nicaragua and thus it
was that another small insurrection was knocked in the head.
I had filed an application with the Marconi Company of America
for a job on one of their transatlantic ships; it was in for nearly three
months and I had long since concluded that it and I were
pigeonholed. My great ambition now was to get a berth on one of the
big ships that crossed the pond. Various operators had told me that it
was useless to try to get in with the Marconi Company because the
latter employed only operators who received their training in the
Marconi wireless schools abroad.
Be that as it may on one of my return trips my father handed me a
note from the Chief Engineer of the Marconi Company to see him. I
did so and the result of that interview gave me the post of Chief
Wireless officer of the s. s. Andalusian, one of the largest ships of
the Blue Star Line.
Her route was between New York and Liverpool. Built by Harlan
and Wolff of Belfast, Ireland, she was launched in 1901 and fitted for
the transatlantic service in 1902. She was over 600 feet long, her
breadth was nearly 70 feet and her depth was 40 feet. Talk about a
ship, boy, the Andalusian was as far ahead of the Carlos Madino as
that ship was ahead of a lifeboat.
The aerial of the Andalusian was formed of two wires 375 feet
long and suspended between her top-gallant masts 200 feet above
the sea and were held apart by two 8-foot spreaders. She was one
of the first ships to be fitted with wireless and her wireless room was
a specially built room on the port side of the forward saloon deck.
Although the apparatus was of the old Marconi type, having been
installed when the ship was built, we could send from 300 to 400
miles with it and receive four times that distance. The transmitter
was formed of two 10 inch induction coils the primaries of which
were connected in series and the secondaries in parallel so that
while the length of the spark was still 10 inches it was twice as fat
and hence proportionately more powerful.
There was a jigger, as Marconi called his tuning coil, and a battery
of 18 Leyden jars made up the condenser for tuning the sending
circuits. It was also fitted with a new kind of a key invented by
Sammis who was at that time the chief engineer of the Marconi
Company of America.
He called it a changeover switch but it was really a key and an
aerial switch combined. In order to connect the receiver with the
aerial all you had to do was to turn the key, which was on a pivot, to
the right. When the key was turned it also cut off the current from the
transmitter by breaking the sliding contact between them.
To throw on the transmitter and cut off the receiver you simply
turned the key back to its normal position and this made the
connection between the aerial and tuning coil and at the same time it
closed the circuit connecting the source of current with the induction
coils.
The up-to-date feature of this set was the storage battery which
provided an auxiliary source of current so that in the event of the
ship becoming disabled and water flooding the engine room, which
would put the dynamo out of commission, the storage battery in the
operating room could be thrown in and C Q D could be sent out as
long as the wireless room remained above water. This was a mighty
good piece of hindsight, for ships that might otherwise have been
saved by wireless had gone down at sea with passengers, crew and
cargo simply because the dynamos were drowned out.
The receiver was different from the one I used on the Carlos
Madino for instead of a crystal detector we had a magnetic detector
which Marconi had recently invented. While the magnetic detector
was not nearly as sensitive as a crystal detector when you found a
sensitive spot on the latter, still there were no adjustments to be
constantly made as with the former.
Now I’ve told you something about the ship and her wireless
equipment and right here I want to introduce Algernon Percy Jeems,
Second Wireless Officer of the Andalusian and my assistant. Perce,
as I called him, looked his name and lived up to it. He was as
thoroughbred a gentleman as ever worked a key.
He wasn’t very big in body—only 5 foot 4—and he was of very
frail build but he proved to be a giant when it came to sheer bravery
and as for meeting death when duty called he was absolutely
unafraid. In fact when he saw the grim old reaper bearing down on
him he went out of his way to grasp him by the hand and said:
“When I get through with this message I’ll be ready to go with you.”
And he did!
Before I tell you what happened to the Andalusian and of the
heroic nerve of Jeems, I want you to know what C Q D means and
how it came to be used as a distress signal. It was not until Jack
Binns, who stuck to his key for 52 hours on the ill-fated Republic and
by so doing saved the lives of 1600 passengers and crew on board
that C Q D came to be known the world over as a distress signal.
In the Continental code, which is used all over Europe by the wire
telegraph lines, C Q means that every operator on the line shall give
attention to the message which is to follow. It was natural then that
when wireless apparatus began to be installed on ships that the
Continental code should be the one used. C Q was the call signal
employed to mean that every operator was to give attention to the
message to follow, just as in the wire systems, or as it is said on
shipboard to stand by.
Then the Marconi Company added the letter D which means
danger, hence C Q D means stand by danger and when this signal is
received by an operator at sea, no matter how important the
message that he is sending or receiving may be, he drops it at once
and answers the C Q D signal to find out what the trouble is.
Now to go on with the story: We sailed from Liverpool about noon
on the 15th of March for New York with a full passenger list and a
valuable cargo. The first couple of days out the weather was fairly
decent but as usual at this time of the year we ran into a real winter
gale. We were struck time and again by mountainous seas. One
gigantic wave that broke over her bow tore away a part of the bridge,
others poured through ventilators and nearly every time she was hit
more damage was done. To make matters worse the high winds
drove us out of our course.
Although a sharp watch was kept it was so dark at night the
lookout couldn’t see his hand an arm’s length before his eyes though
he might have been able to see a ship’s lights ahead had one been
bearing down on us. As the Captain had been on the bridge
continuously for three days and nights I felt it was my duty as the first
wireless officer to stick to my key, and though it was Perce’s watch I
told him to turn in.
About midnight I heard the hull scrape against something that
sounded as though she’d struck bottom when crossing a bar, or
perhaps it was an iceberg. She keeled over until I thought she was a
goner but straining and giving in every part of her superstructure she
gradually rolled back and righted herself again.
The saloon and second cabin passengers came tumbling out of
their rooms in nighties and pajamas but what they lacked in clothes
they made up in life preservers. Wherever you find danger there you
will find among the panic-stricken a few cool, calm and collected
men and women and sure enough two or three men and as many
women appeared a few minutes later fully dressed and ready for
anything that might happen. The officers assured all hands that
nothing had or could happen and nearly all of them returned to their
rooms.
The third class passengers were locked in the steerage and here
pandemonium reigned. They pounded on the hatchways and
demanded that they be allowed to go on deck; they were scared stiff.
Like the other and more fortunate passengers they were soon
quieted by cool headed stewards and returned to their miserable
quarters in the fo’cas’le.
Within the next couple of hours one of the assistant engineers
discovered that the seams of the hull had parted aft and the water
was pouring into her hold. The Captain ordered all the bulkhead
doors closed, to keep the water out of the other compartments, and
her great pumps going, but once started the mighty pressure of the
inrushing water ripped her seams farther along and broadened the
gap. Knowing she could not stay afloat for any great length of time
the Captain ordered me to send out the call for help and to be quick
about it.
I got busy with the key sending out C Q D C Q D C Q D listening
inbetween the calls as I never listened before to get an O K to my
signals. It seemed as if all the operators were either asleep, dead or
on the other side of the Equator, but after an eternity of time—which
probably amounted to as much as five minutes by the clock—I
caught the signal O K and then, “what’s up, old man.”
It was the s. s. Arapahoe that had answered and I was nearly
frantic with joy for I felt that all of the responsibility for saving those
1200 souls on board rested entirely on me. I sent back the name of
our ship, told him we were fast sinking, gave our latitude and
longitude so that the Arapahoe would know where to find us if by
good fortune we were still afloat when she reached us and, I added
“for God’s sake put on all speed.”
In the meantime all the passengers had been notified, told to
dress and to put on their life preservers while the sailors had been
ordered to man the life-boats. When the passengers came on deck
the situation was calmly explained to them together with the hopeful
information that three steamers were bound for us as fast as steam
could carry them for I had got the O K from two others—the Morocco
and the Carlisle.
There was, on the whole, very little excitement now among the
saloon and second-class passengers, and, curiously enough, I
observed that those who had been seasick nigh unto death seemed
to forget their ailment in the face of danger and had their sea-legs on
well enough to look after their own safety. It proves, I think, that
seasickness is largely a matter of an exaggerated imagination plus a
lack of will power.
Before the hatches were opened to let the steerage passengers
out of their hole and on to the lower deck the Captain and one of his
officers took their places on the main deck forward where they could
watch every move the poor frightened mob made. They came helter-
skelter up the hatchways falling all over themselves and everybody
else, but when they saw the Captain and the officer towering above
them each with a brace of horse-pistols leveled at them like young
cannon they eased off a bit their desire to be saved at the expense
of others and the stewards had no further trouble with them.
Just then Perce got awake and hearing the gruff orders of the
officers, the throbbing of the big pumps and the loud and excited talk
of the passengers, he wanted to know the cause of it.
“The ship is sinking! so get up right away,” I exclaimed as evenly
as my voice would let me and working the key for dear life.
“Oh, she is, is she,” he yawned as if it was an every-day
occurrence. There was no excitability in Perce’s makeup.
Well, sir, we kept her afloat until daylight when the Captain
ordered every one to the life-boats, women and children first.
Perce and I stuck to our instruments, keeping the ether busy and
every now and then sending out cheery bulletins to the passengers,
the gist of them all being that help was almost at hand.
I could feel the ship begin to settle and the life-boats loaded to the
gunwales with their cargo of human freight, were quickly lowered into
the running sea. It required great seamanship to do this and even
then one or two of them were capsized.
The Captain suddenly appeared before our window.
“Boys, you have done your duty. Now save yourselves,” and with
that he was gone.
I could feel her nose pointing up in the air and I knew she was
going down stern-end on. It was only a question of minutes.
“Go on, Perce. I’ll stick here.”
“Go on yourself,” he replied; “if any one stays I will.”
I don’t know exactly what happened but something flying through
the air must have hit me, for the next thing I knew I had struck the icy
water and had gone down several fathoms. The sudden ducking
revived me and when I came up I swam for an overcrowded life-
boat. The bos’n pulled me in and a woman’s voice whispered,
“Thank God, he’s saved!”
There on the edge of the horizon I could see the dim outline of a
ship with a great black stream of smoke in her wake and I knew her
for the Arapahoe at last.
“Where’s the little operator?” a man asked me.
The bos’n pointed to the fast sinking ship, the bow end only of
which was out of the water, and said, “There he is, sir!”
And as we looked we saw big brave Captain Stacey and little
heroic Perce with their right hands clasped and with the Captain’s
left hand on Perce’s shoulder, just as two old friends might greet
each other on Broadway or the Strand, who had not met for a long
time.
An instant later the great ship sank from sight leaving a
momentary whirlpool, due to the suction of it, in the water.
The Arapahoe reached us an hour later and stood by and
considering the heavy seaway and the wind, which though it had
somewhat abated was still blowing half a gale, picked up the
survivors and then proceeded on her way.
The passengers made a good deal over me and, since I am only
human, I should have enjoyed their worship immensely, but while I
had done my duty I knew it was Perce who was the real hero and I
told them so.