It is dinnertime and my nostrils are greeted with a multitude of aromas. Approaching the kitchen, I hear the clanging of pans and the simmering of sauces. Inside I find my mother and father slaving over the meal at hand. I watch as they rapidly add their own herbs and spices to the mix, each attempting to influence the creation more than the other. Every ingredient they add in some way relates to their heritage; they attempt to recreate the meals which they grew up loving. At its finish, the meal is perfect. I find myself consuming a masterpiece -- an incorporation of two incredible styles, and an embodiment of two wonderful cultures.