In memory of Taiwan grandma.


I’m sad that I will no longer hear your voice every time I call 05-245310. I’m sad that, when the family gathers together all over from Chiayi, Taichung, Kaoshiung, and California, you won’t be able to sit at the table with everyone. I’m sad that I won’t be able to eat the delicious cabbage and egg soup you make, the fresh fish you get directly from the market, and everything in between. And I’m sorry that I could not see you last year because of COVID. I really wanted to see you again.

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What I’m thankful for this year.

2020 began with fireworks in Hilo, Hawaii, preventing Bonita and I from falling asleep well past our usual bedtime. No worries; we had spent New Years Eve exploring a waterfall, eating poke, and watching the sun set at the world’s newest beach.

Isaac Hale Park, formed from volcanic eruptions in 2018.
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In memory of Grandma.

Pork rice noodle rolls. Sashimi. Curry. Pork skewers. Grilled fish. Mayonnaise shrimp. Hot pot.

When I think of grandma, I think of all the meals she prepared for the family. For the 21 years I lived at home, grandma cooked the vast majority of dinners. Not only did she care about the taste, the presentation was equally important. She’d carefully choose which dinnerware to use; place the foods down with intention; portioned the amounts to make the dish look aesthetically pleasing. I always told her she was an “artist cook.” The cuisine changed depending on season, as she preferred buying groceries on sale, but the quality was always there.

Hot pot, 2013.
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Charline and Eugene, met.

“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen?”

On Friday, 8/22, I was on the MRT (Taipei subway) on my way to dinner.

I hopped onboard and stood next to an English speaking couple. Two seats opened up soon and the three of us took those two seats. I asked where they were from.

Charline said she was from the United States, while Eugene said he was from Scotland. Continue reading “Charline and Eugene, met.”