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How Important Are Our Roots?




My family and I went to see The Hundred-Foot Journey. There are so many things to talk about regarding this movie. All good. We really enjoyed this film.

Today, we'll choose to talk about family roots. Spoiler alert.

In this movie, the character, Hassan is a young and hopeful chef. 

His story is very Romeo and Juliet, country vs city, Cinderella, and all worth seeing from this very unique presentation.

Hassan first attempts to prove his ability to cook to a famous French restaurant owner who happens to live and have her establishment one-hundred feet away from his family's new home.

Since he is not French, and since his family has opened a restaurant across the road, she immediately rejects his dish and turns away from him. 

Hassan refuses to give up. He works late and gets up early, dedicating his time to learning how to master his cooking skills. In time his work pays off. The key? Mixing what he knows with what he is learning and forming new tastes.

Hassan is invited to work in an exquisite Parisian restaurant. He's encouraged to experiment with new amazing flavors. This is called gastronomy. Surrounded by the best ingredients in France, he is gradually pulled away from the core ingredients that built his cooking foundation. 

As time goes by, Hassan feels alone and away from his family. He looks for comfort and friendship but can't find it. He longs for a taste he can't find in his experiments.

One day he tastes food made by another chef, and realizes what he needs to do.


Family members maybe quirky but they count on each other. Traditions are embedded in the heart of the child. When a smell, taste, or sight comes in the road, a memory is triggered and the heart yearns for the fun of yesteryear.  

Sometimes the child needs to take a step to become what they were meant to do. He might move to another city to go to college or take a job. The parents, all the while, hope he remembers the family he came from. 

The Bible tells us in Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it.

It takes a lot of strength to stand back and watch those we love make left turns to follow ideas that don't match what we've taught. But with love, prayer, and hope we can leave our loved one in God's hands to guide and keep our family roots strong in their heart. 

Reader, 
Do you have a loved one we can rejoice over what is happening in their life? 
Do you have a loved one we can pray for?
Feel free to simply say yes or no. Or leave a howdy-do in the comment box so I know you came to visit. I love chatting with you.


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