Crônicas Nikkeis #6 — Itadakimasu 2! Um Novo Gostinho da Cultura Nikkei

Como a comida que você come expressa a sua identidade? Como a culinária ajuda a criar laços na sua comunidade e a unir pessoas? Que tipos de receitas foram passadas de geração à geração na sua família? Itadakimasu 2! Um Novo Gostinho da Cultura Nikkei revisitou o papel da culinária na cultura nikkei.

Nesta série, pedimos à nossa comunidade Nima-kai para votar nas suas histórias favoritas e ao nosso Comitê Editorial para escolher as suas favoritas. No total, cinco histórias favoritas foram selecionadas.

Aqui estão as histórias favoritas selecionadas.

  Editorial Committee’s Selections:

  Escolha do Nima-kai:

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Confira estas outras séries de Crônicas Nikkeis:

#1: ITADAKIMASU! Um Gostinho da Cultura Nikkei 
#2: Nikkei+ ~Histórias sobre Idiomas, Tradições, Gerações & Raças Miscigenadas~ 
#3: Nomes Nikkeis: Taro, John, Juan, João? 
#4: Família Nikkei: Memórias, Tradições e Valores  
#5: Nikkei-go: O Idioma da Família, Comunidade e Cultura  
#7: Raízes Nikkeis: Mergulhando no Nosso Patrimônio Cultural

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Restaurant Memory

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In Praise of Konbini Ice Cream

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