KB - that reminds me of a scene in the film Dim Sum. An old man, a Chinese immigrant to the US, is lamenting the loss of Chinese culture as the younger generations become Westernised. He finishes by listing a whole series of obscure or elaborate dishes that, he fears, aren't being handed down any more -
"[Chinese name] - all gone! [Chinese name] - all gone!"
Except that his English isn't very good, so it sounds like "aw goh!" There's a silly comic quality to that "aw goh!", coupled with a terrible pathos at watching this old man seeing his world slip away. (The lead character is his niece, and at the very end of the film she helps him make the most beautiful, elaborate and time-consuming dim sum you have ever seen. Happy ending.)

I cried when I saw that scene, although my background's quite different; I think the most exotic thing my Mum used to make was the Kartoffelpüffer she picked up when they lived in Germany after the war. (She's gone now, mind you, and most of her recipes are aw goh too.) Traditions, customs, inheritances are valuable things - culturally valuable, that is - and the more this country can accommodate, the merrier.