About the Preservation Plate

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 Welcome to The Preservation Plate — a blog where anthropology, memory, and material culture meet. Here, I explore the ways people preserve meaning, identity, and knowledge across generations — through short stories about the daily human experience.

This blog unearths the moments, objects, and cultural habits — both ancient and modern — that nourish our sense of self and belonging. It also contains an insightful introspective nature.

Here, preservation isn’t just about food. It’s about:

  • The habits we can't seem to let go

  • The memories that we ruminate

  • The itch in the corner of our minds

  • The stories and objects we pass down and barely question

Through reflections on books, holidays, food, and everyday experiences, I explore the threads that tie us to the past — and the meaning we make in the present.

Whether it’s a dandelion fossil in a Neanderthal’s tooth or a fading Christmas star in the corner of a living room, The Preservation Plate is about honoring the beauty of what we carry, what we forget, and what we’re still trying to understand.

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