Learning to Cook in Japan, I Fed My Family and My Sense of Self
The bento lunches the hoikuen expected mothers to produce were an exercise in artistry. But I didn’t care about making the perfect bento.
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After a youth spent trying to ignore my Asian heritage, I came looking for it. My journey turned out to be the beginning of an excavation that continues to this day.
One reason I fell in love with Japan is the way each season is embraced and celebrated. Living here has changed my view of them—and of myself.
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You’re in the city, but you aren’t. You don’t have to spend any money. No one’s asking about your documentation. You don’t have to do much at all except for exist, and open your eyes.
I think about the many invisible struggles, the empty places I have had to fill for my kids. The bridges I’ve had to build.