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The sheets of paper he left on the floor
The sheets of paper he left on the floor before taking a quick turn must have beenhis English coursework. Flicking through it, turning pagesfrom left to right, right to left,I could seehis neat bluehandwriting on every page. Placing it backon the floor, I rememberthe weight of it leaving my handsand thinking, “How will I everwritesomething…
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The Bamboo Garden at Kew Gardens
The Bamboo Garden at Kew Gardens made me think of the filmHouse of Flying Daggers! As for the Minka HouseI stood next to, it really helped me visualise what life must’ve been like in old Japan… Back on the path, I could see it taking me to these large patches of shade under the trees,…
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The unagi sushi
(reworked) Sitting upat the sushi bar in Harrods, my cousin and I were dazzledby the two smallpieces ofunagi sushi before us. The price, though,was so dear,I told my mumnot to order another plate. Years later,when I was in Japan,the sushi that camewith my meal satisfied a hunger my soba noodlesjust couldn’t.When dipped inthe tsuyu sauce…
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The cubes of tofu
The cubes of tofu in the donburi bowl were deep-fried, golden brown, and they satin this pool of scalding hotdashi broth. I was just lookingat the cubes of tofuwhen Dad said, “Don’t have them all, they’re not good for you – share!” So I put down my chopsticks, and took another small sipof tea. Kasumi…
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Staggering
Staggering – drunk – Istruggleto walkin a straight line. It’s just me – it seems – and the streetlights, shop lights, the full moon – so round, yellow – distant. What’s the internationaldialling code for New York?I’ll send you a text about how muchI miss the gang, and how cruel life has beenwithout you guys……
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What traditions have you not kept that your parents had? That’s easy – food, particularly Cantonese cuisine. They grew up in Hong Kong and they learned to cook and make traditional Cantonese food like Won Tons, Congee, 3-dish dinners – a meat dish, a fish dish and a veg dish – served with rice, and…
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