Almus: in latin, « nourishing »
Mater: in latin, « mother »
Alma mater: nourishing mother
To matter: to be of importance
So, Almamatters because we like to show off in Latin and make clever puns. But also as a tribute to the source of all life (here comes the cheesy part): Nature’s bounty and those who harvest, prepare and share it -and all the stories that stem from it.
Nowadays, especially in modern/urban societies, it feels like the origin of food doesn’t matter anymore. Food is anonymously, uniformly packaged and sold, solitary engulfed in front of blue screens and thrown away in tons. As if it meant nothing. As if all the efforts, all the tiny miracles, and also all the great privations it took for this food to arrive in our plates meant nothing.
Eating is too often looked upon as a mundane act of mere survival. And cooking, on the contrary, seems to be the private territory of trendy foodistas and snob chefs, a luxury, an aesthetic activity.
Well, what are we doing then, adding one more food blog droplet in the vast ocean of instagrammed breakfasts and insane chocolate close-ups?
In a (very, very) simple way, we just want to remind ourselves, and remind others, how food matters. We want to share stories about the human, social and environmental meaning of food. We don’t want to eat anonymous anymore. Eating well is a joy that should be made available to everyone. Great cooking should be both a daily and extraordinary act that links us to our environment, our emotions, to others. Every meal, every foodstuff tells us a story -happy or sad: a childhood memory, the print of a culture, a struggle with ourselves, a lack of money or time, an act of militancy. All of these matter.
We think that even overcooked pasta has a story to tell. And even canned beans deserve a name.
Here, we will share recipes (borrowed or inspired/created), thoughts and personal stories, portraits, interviews and guides around various food-related topics. And of course, many clumsy pictures.
A question, a suggestion, something to share? Feel free to contact us at email@example.com or post a comment.
Who are we ?
Two friends from Belgium and Reunion island, living in Montreal. We both share a passion for convivial cooking and meal-sharing, crass jokes and taboo subjects.
Xuxu doesn’t like the Benjamin Franklin’s quote “Eat to live, don’t live to eat” because she founds it pretentious, elitist, and kinda takes it personally. Once called “the carnivorous” and “The Ministery of Gluttony” by her family (nicknames she shared with the house cats), she nonetheless grew up to be a flexitarian. Years of aspirations to cruelty-free living have inspired her to create vegan versions of Creole and Vietnamese home dishes. Too bad she doesn’t bother following most recipes out of sheer laziness. She also often burns stuff because of her absent-mindedness, but eats them anyway to avoid waste. She likes mangoes, coconut rice and making fun of Lolo for thinking that the North Sea has real beaches to offer.
Lolo likes potatoes and unasked for talks about sexuality. She runs a successful non-profit business of reblochon cheese smuggling, and cooks tartiflette in the heat of summer. She has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge which, combined to her stingy side, makes her the best provider of culinary tips and deals in town (in the universe maybe). Thanks to her bad-mouthed nature, she possesses a particularly sharp critical mind. She is extremely generous, funny and full of willpower. But also a pain in the ass since she always asks for culinary advices that she never follows, and makes a point of disliking every single place that she hasn’t discovered first. She’s got big boobs and makes the best almond milk cannelés.