This blog is a love letter to my mother’s cooking, from the perspective of an American-born Taiwanese girl. Growing up as a first-generation American, I didn’t always appreciate my mom’s amazing culinary skills. Like any other American kid, I was more into hot dogs than hot and sour soup.
It wasn’t until I grew up and moved out that I started to cherish the meals my mom would make for us every night: mostly Chinese dishes but often with a twist – her twist – and never with a recipe. Until now.