Every Time I Smell Fresh Ginger, I Think of My Uncle Sam
I’d never seen a Korean man cook before Sam, and I was captivated.
This is , a monthly column by Noah Cho about how food and cooking can inform our identities.
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I frequently use ginger in my own cooking. I recently made a marinade for kalbi, to which I usually add ginger. But I wasn’t cooking at home, and I forgot to buy and bring ginger along with me. Though the marinade came out fine, to me it felt like something was missing.
I thought of all of my family members—my dad, my uncles, my grandparents—who have passed on, whose absence I still feel. And I thought especially of my Uncle Sam, a man who was such a mystery to me, someone I wish I’d known better—now connected to me only by the scent of fresh ginger, and the memory of a smile on his face as he cooked.
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