I had to phone my parents to tell them about my congee/jook/cháo adventure, but my mom’s gone to work the graveyard shift at the hospital so I ended up talking to my dad and he laughed at me; big, hearty, belly laugh. Now that I don’t live at home, I really appreciate his humour and warmth and knowledge, wahhhhhhhhh this is me tearing up.
I know the feeling, boo. Went on a hummus hunt a few weeks ago cause I don’t have a decent food processor and it just gave me pangs of sadness. Missing my mom/dad/culture/extended family like crazy.