03062010
THURSDAY
09:59
CCHMS
NINE-THIRTY.
today i woke up to the sound of scubbing. po was washing the bamboo leaves for the dumplings. that started the count down to the festival just one month away.
this iswhat i have been waiting for every year.
but this year is different. this year i will be able to do my own bunch and flavour of dumplings.
i'm just scared i will have nothing to show po once the season is over. she has waited one year too many for this day. if i had a choice i would be at home, separating salted eggs and frying the sticky rice.
i wish i had more time than now, in school, feeling that school is the biggest waste of talent and time.
but i promise myself that i will rush home as quickly as possible to help her.
she doesnt have long to teach me everything she knows, and i'm afraid i cant learn fast enough. yong says he can, but yong has started late, and he is not hardworking. he is not willing to pick the eggshells, to mince the meat by hand. he is simply lazy. for that i am sure.
which means that po's cooking is one step away from beinglost forever. even dayi zhang is saturated with the recipes from his own mother. not even my maternal uncles, the great chefs, are able to cook such simple fare so well.
i wish i had more time.
♥ I'VE GOT HEAVEN ON THE INSIDE OF ME.
peace and joy God has set me free.
peace and joy God has set me free.
