thereβs this vietnamese restaurant that serves this hot steaming bowl of pho. i think that a soup with broth is the hug i need. slurping up the noodles with the melt in ur mouth grilled pork. squirt siracha and hoisin. BAM BAM BAM. that broth always gets me.
hot communal broth in what is indeed a pot where u let some veggies and meat and mushrooms and noodles go for a swim. the best part is making your Custom Sauce to dip everything in (my personal go-to is soy sauce, shacha sauce, sesame oil, and excessive amounts of garlic and cilantro). so yummers. sometimes i think we were put on this earth to gather at circular tables and eat this. relatedly, happy lunar new year! π
sometimes when iβm down in the dumps, i think of the love i am surrounded by. whether it be when my friends and i are in stitches over a crank that turns a box into a speaker and pretending to be in a music video. or being engulfed in that long needed tight hug from someone who brings you peace. i also think of another way love was shown. my dad proudly sharing that he thinks that i made a dish better than he makes it. which blew my mind because i think my dad is the best chef in the universe. so it was a big i love you but just hidden because he is an old asian manπ anyways, those moments remind me love and hope for the days.
