Not every child of immigrants knows how to cook “traditionally!” It’s something that has bothered me for years – being expected to “know.” When your parents don’t cook and your grandparents’ cook was not so great, then you make do… Continue Reading
The seventh day of the Lunar New Year is “person day” or “human day” – also known as “everyone’s birthday.” Since people, at least southern Chinese, eat noodles on birthdays to symbolize longevity, I decided to make something inspired by… Continue Reading
As many of you know, I became a mom just a few months ago. My son, carried by a gestational surrogate, was born in October, five weeks early. He was healthy, and “big” for his gestational age (over six pounds),… Continue Reading
Deal with it, people. I know some people aren’t happy at their “culture” being “bastardized,” and perhaps it is, but as a child of immigrants, I’m angered by this perspective. It’s as if you are saying my culture doesn’t and… Continue Reading