I suddenly had cravings for soup that is cooked by my grandma long ago. It seems easy then. The mint leaves, fried with eggs boiled in soup based with anchovies, a little salt and ginger. Easy right? Yeah I thought so to as the mint leaves have always been prepared when I cook at my grandmother's house. For the first time, I actually spent an hour plucking the mint leaves. Now I actually feel the pain. When I was having the soup, I reminiscent the good times I had over at my grandmother's house where I would always get my favorite salted meat dumpling bought from the old lady(Nga Nga Jie) at the Imbi Market... Did I mention she has to chase me around to finish them?
Mine could only be a memory but for those who still have a living grandparent alive now, when was the last time you returned home?