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i just totally remembered back when the boba craze was just emerging, and one of the first (and best) places to get boba milk tea was in sunset district, san francisco... me and my brother loved that stuff, so much that my grandma would go and buy tapioca to make it for us. to this day, that was one of the tastiest versions of boba milk tea i've ever had.
our grandma used to cook a lot of food for us; i guess most of it was probably regional toishan food. it was so different from the cantonese fare we were used to (well, maybe my grandma's cooking was more familiar to my dad..) and always really, really good - except for the time she cooked ostrich meat, perhaps. we used to eat dinner at my grandma's house every sunday, but gradually we began to leave earlier on sundays, only having lunch with her, and now we don't even visit her every sunday. well.. for me, i don't visit her anymore at all since i've moved to orange county. this makes me sad. i rather miss eating dinner with my grandma.
i was always amazed at my grandma's culinary prowess. every chinese holiday, new year's or the autumn festival, or any of the other ones, she would host a family gathering, work all day preparing food, and cook dinner for everyone. i remember her lotus root soup very well; i always preferred it to my mom or my other grandma's version. i also remember these deep-fried, sweet dumplings - the filling was made of sesame, coconut, peanuts, and a whole host of other ingredients i don't really remember. she used to make a ton of these, enough to fill a jar for each of her six children's families.
she doesn't, anymore. there are no more of these family celebrations because it's too much work for my grandma now, and my aunts and uncles are not willing to work out a potluck system, with each family bringing a dish. to be honest, i'm not sure i miss these celebrations, aside from the good food; i was never close to this side of the family. but i'm sad for my grandma, who worked so hard preparing all the food just to see her children and their families a few times each year. isn't it ridiculous that she doesn't know where one of her sons lives with his family? they've never invited her over, not once. and i think they're in san francisco somewhere, so it's not like they live far from my grandma.
i remember doing a project for my world war ii class back in high school, where i had to interview someone who was alive during that period. i interviewed my grandma, and found out so much about her that i hadn't known before. and there's a lot more i would like to know; i wish i understood toishanese, so i could talk to my grandma, so i could ask her to tell me more about her life, and so that i could ask her to teach me how to cook.
our grandma used to cook a lot of food for us; i guess most of it was probably regional toishan food. it was so different from the cantonese fare we were used to (well, maybe my grandma's cooking was more familiar to my dad..) and always really, really good - except for the time she cooked ostrich meat, perhaps. we used to eat dinner at my grandma's house every sunday, but gradually we began to leave earlier on sundays, only having lunch with her, and now we don't even visit her every sunday. well.. for me, i don't visit her anymore at all since i've moved to orange county. this makes me sad. i rather miss eating dinner with my grandma.
i was always amazed at my grandma's culinary prowess. every chinese holiday, new year's or the autumn festival, or any of the other ones, she would host a family gathering, work all day preparing food, and cook dinner for everyone. i remember her lotus root soup very well; i always preferred it to my mom or my other grandma's version. i also remember these deep-fried, sweet dumplings - the filling was made of sesame, coconut, peanuts, and a whole host of other ingredients i don't really remember. she used to make a ton of these, enough to fill a jar for each of her six children's families.
she doesn't, anymore. there are no more of these family celebrations because it's too much work for my grandma now, and my aunts and uncles are not willing to work out a potluck system, with each family bringing a dish. to be honest, i'm not sure i miss these celebrations, aside from the good food; i was never close to this side of the family. but i'm sad for my grandma, who worked so hard preparing all the food just to see her children and their families a few times each year. isn't it ridiculous that she doesn't know where one of her sons lives with his family? they've never invited her over, not once. and i think they're in san francisco somewhere, so it's not like they live far from my grandma.
i remember doing a project for my world war ii class back in high school, where i had to interview someone who was alive during that period. i interviewed my grandma, and found out so much about her that i hadn't known before. and there's a lot more i would like to know; i wish i understood toishanese, so i could talk to my grandma, so i could ask her to tell me more about her life, and so that i could ask her to teach me how to cook.