Tuesday, Nov 30th, 2010
We don’t kiss each other on the cheeks or hug or tell each other that we miss each other that often, instead we make home-cooked meals enough to feed a soccer team or more. Some people hop from one city to another city to eat at different restaurants, I have done the same in the past year eating home-cooked meals from one continent to another and then another. Recently, someone said I have become wiser, maybe wisdom can be transferred from one’s cooking to one’s stomach and to one’s brain, if that’s true, migrating South has proved to be frutiful so far!
Lately, I have been reading a book on home cooking, grandparents, their life stories and their recipes. The book is called, “Grandma Grandpa Cook” (Chinese name: “老爹媽思廚”), concept by Evelyna Liang. Stories of World War II, Japanese invasion, marriage, grandchildren, careers from all these different grandparents ultimately led to their recipes. Different points of their lives are marked by these recipes.
I love how the editors have used food as a medium to introduce their stories because the stories are so rich and beyond comprehension for people of my generation and even to my parents’ generation. The changes they have witnessed in politics, society and food culture are reflected in their dishes, their dishes are reflections of their stories and they will always be remembered by their children and grandchildren for their specialty dishes even if their stories might slowly be forgotten.
I keep thinking about my grandparents and their stories when I was reading this book, their life are not as exciting as when they were younger but every time I ask them what they used to eat growing or how do they make a certain dish they have lots to share. This book is a great witness of how food culture and cooking connects many generations of people together.