The Love of Korean Cooking I Share With My White Mother
In her illness, Korean food was all my Polish-American mom from Jersey wanted to eat. It was all that she could bear.
This is Bad Kimchi, a monthly column by Noah Cho about how food and cooking can inform our identities and shape our most important relationships.
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Halmoni didn’t tell me she loved me. Her love could be seen in the work of her hands.
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