The Young Me
The initiation into this culinary world began with a seemingly mundane task that Mom believed was foolproof. If by chance I made an error, it wouldn’t spell disaster. My task was to peel the skins off eggroll wrappers. It might sound straightforward, but the intricacies involved made it a challenge. The wrappers are prone to sticking, and a rushed job can easily lead to tears, rendering them unusable.
At the time, it felt like the most tedious chore, but looking back, I realize it was my first step into a world I would grow to love and cherish. Those early days of assisting my mom not only laid the foundation for my passion for cooking but also became a grounding force in my life.

The Older Me
It wasn’t until my 20s when I visited my younger sister at college and cooked for her and her friends that my relationship with food deepened. To my own critical taste buds, the dish was lackluster, but they thought it was delicious. It marked the beginning of my true appreciation for flavors and a newfound joy in sharing my cooking with others.

I am eager to share the culinary passion that was ignited in me by my mother so many years ago.