Okay, so hamantaschen might not be a staple cookie in the average American household, but it was in mine. This festive, fruit-filled cookie is usually made for the Jewish Holiday Purim. Now I do realize that this post is coming in just a bit behind the holiday, but that has definitely never stopped me from making or eating something delicious. My family has also never been strict as far has religion is concerned, so I will probably continue to do as I please. My parents come from two completely different backgrounds and religions, so they have always been very open and welcoming to differences.
My mom, for instance, is from Cuba. Her family moved around quite a bit so she also lived in Spain and Puerto Rico during her childhood. Her family were mainly practicing Catholics, and even though my mom no longer observes the religion, I do know at one point of her life she took it very seriously. She once even mentioned that she wanted to become a nun (Really glad she went a different direction).
My Dad, on the other hand, is a mixture of German and Italian with a bit of Armenian thrown in there. My grandfather came from Germany and was Jewish. My grandmother came from Italy and was Catholic. There seemed to be a bit of turmoil with my father's parents on how to raise him. So technically, my Dad never had his Bar Mitzvah, but his family still observed all of the holidays. While I was growing up we pretty much celebrated everything. So I was lucky enough to experience lighting my menorah, along with searching for eggs during Easter. It led to a lot of questions, and in the end I got to make up my own mind on what I chose to believe in. As grateful as I am that I wasn't pressured into believing in a certain religion, I am even more grateful that I got to experience such a wide variety of food.