“As a young woman, I was rarely in control of my body or my mind. I had hungers like snakes wildly contorting from my head.”
Holding on to our cultural foods and customs was a labor of love, but labor nevertheless. American Night provided a little respite.
I have forgotten how to speak two languages. But I have learned this one.
“FOE!” he had yelled, when really, phở is more graceful than that.
“To be an amateur is to let one’s leisure activities remain indifferent to the whims of capital.”
I want to be the bridge between his memory and her love for cooking.