Taste Well, Feel Good, Be Beauty

we are what we eat and food is medicine

Revealing..

past, present or future
it is part of me
was and will be

Food fills my memory. It's
not the pleasure of consuming, it's the hapiness of sharing.

Mum expected me to be a good cook

at 6-8, after school, I went to the open-market, bought ingredients and prepared meal

Mum is especially entailed when it come to cooking

but grand-dad always encouraged me to be creative

The joy ..

of being together

I remember, he used to try my food and suggest improvement, he tried everything, literature everything I cooked

He made me believe,
when I control the rules, I can break the rules

My cooking is influenced by grands

I remember how creative grand-mum was: her bizzare shape earthen stove, her clothes and food

The pleasure

of serving

She is not a good cook as grand-dad but he always enjoy her new dishes

Grand-dad grown-up in Hanoi with his cousin in a middle-class family. He used to quote how food was prepared

He became an army nurse and travelled North to South

He can always give me alternalty ways of preraring and cooking with references where it came from

at the age of 22, I started to believe there is no standard but popularity , regionary

I know, I need to learn more, so much much more

Taste more, cook more, travel more

and share more ...

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