In my last blog post, I wrote about how food is a central part of my family’s identity. I’ve definitely adopted that (and learned to appreciate it), and am also trying to learn how to cook my own recipes. Continue reading “food of my people”
I grew up in a pretty large Southeast Asian family, where everyone lives no further than an hour away from one another. Growing up we always had huge family events with dozens and dozens of cousins running around and playing while our parents chatted. People would tell us it was time to leave, and get stuck in more compelling conversation (so we learned early on that the first 3 times your parents say it is time to leave… it isn’t).