Memories of family meals, the favorites from your family’s cooking, the recipes that you carry with you, the tastes that you miss when you leave home behind. Every year when we visit back home, my mom, my aunts cook all the dishes that I start dreaming about in early spring. The joy of the first bite while together with everyone is sweeter than anything.

I am also making new food stories through my life here. New dishes, whole new cuisines. Travel and explorations add to the memories, and I will keep writing them.