When I was young, I stay together with my fraternal grandfather, grandmother, family and aunties. Often my mother and grandmother will be the homemaker, taking care of me and doing the chores at home. Being a traditional Asian family and not very well to do then. Most dinner we had it at home and prepared by my grandmother and mother. Then my favorite past time was to catch variety show and dramas on television. As the dining table have limited amount of seats, not everyone ate at the dining table. A few of us will get our share of dinner and sit in the living room to catch our favorite television programs.
For myself then being the youngest and favored by my grandmother and other aunties, often do not go into the kitchen
...to get my share of dinner. I will rather stay in the living room continue watching my favorite television programs and wait for my dinner. As such my grandmother will get my portion of dinner and add in the different dishes that she had cooked into the plate of rice. When she was doing that, she will routinely add in any accompanied sauces of the dish into my plate of rice. And the end of state of my dinner will be a plate of rice in a mixture of sauce with the efferent dishes.
She will often mixed up the plate of mixture before passing it to me for my dinner. Even though all the different dishes were cook brilliantly and tasty, after the "mixing" done by my grandmother, the dinner became disastrous. Because of this, I dislike having dinner tha
was serve by my grandmother as it feel like having a plate of "pig feeds". That when I started getting my own dinner from the kitchen. From then on, whenever I had my meal, I will never mix different sauces in my meal. I always organize my meal so that I will never mix different favors of dish together hen eating.
I will taste and savor each dish by its own to appreciate the taste and not tarnish it by mixing it together with other dishes. Due to this habit I become less inclined to use condiments when having my meals and preferred enjoying my meal as it is. Now, whenever I see parent's mixing up the meal and mashing up almost everything for their child, it will trigger the memory of my grandmother. Even though I never like her helping me to get my dinner, I still missed talking and spending time with her. An Essay on Childhood Food Memories By anarchic
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