Growing up, I hated being Asian. I had no appreciation for my hair colour, skin colour or my facial features. I just hated it. I was surrounded by white people and sometimes I even wished I was white because I thought it was the greatest race of them all. 234 more words
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Somehow I reached the ripe age of 35 without ever having made chicken noodle soup from scratch. Last night, that changed! Ok, I didn’t make the noodles from scratch…I figured homemade gnocchi the night before was ambitious enough for one weekend. 208 more words
The instant pot strikes again!
Growing up in a Canadian-Chinese household meant inheriting a second-hand version of my parents’ culture. I often wondered if I could call myself Asian if I had never lived in Asia? 380 more words