Relationships: Scary Thoughts

You know what is a scary thought? Relationships. Being in a relationship.

When I was a teen, all my friends did the date a classmate for a week or two, whatever. I always felt like the black sheep because I never had a boyfriend. Did I want one? Yes, sometimes.

Now that I am in a relationship (new to this whole thing). It scares me. I don’t doubt his love, nor do I doubt my love for him. But it’s scary that we (I) put all our trust into someone, and we only know how WE (or I) feel. We have to go in blind. And at any given moment, this trust can be broken.

But, I’m really happy. I hope this will last and that I luck out (because I waited) and he turns out to be, “the one.”

Best ever pho bo – Vietnamese Beef Noodle Soup

YESSSS PHO! <3

Rice Kitchen

Great Pho stock takes time and is a labour of love. In my version you will sure satisfy with this clean deeply flavour broth and the best thing about homemade pho: no MSG added.

One secret of a good home-made pho stock is adding daikon (white radish). This will enhance the sweetness while keeping the broth clear.

Recipe & Photo: Lili Tu

PREP TOTAL TIME SERVINGS
1 hour 9 hours 10

Main ingredients:

  • 2kg beef marrow bone
  • 1kg ox tails, fat trimmed
  • 1kg daikon
  • 8 red Asian shallots
  • 150g ginger
  • 6 cloves
  • 5 star anises
  • 2 cassia barks
  • 2 cardamom
  • 1 teaspoon coriander seeds
  • 5 tablespoons salt
  • 200ml fish sauce
  • 50g rock sugar
  • 2 kg fresh noodle
  • 1kg rump, thinly sliced
  • 400g of beef balls (optional)
  • 1 bunch of spring onions
  • 1 brown onion
  • 1 bunch of coriander
  • 1 bunch of saw-leaf herb (optional)
  • 1 bunch of Thai basil
  • 500g bean sprouts
  • 1…

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Family History

My entire life (so far), my parents never talked about the Vietnam War. I know it brings up bad memories for many people. Heck, many people don’t talk about it at all. But because many people don’t talk about it, I get more curious about it.

My parents left Vietnam before the war ended. My mom was a “boat person” and snuck out with her relatives. My dad was an army medic for the South Vietnamese and aided Americans in the war. From what I was told by an older cousin. My dad came to USA because he was on a mission of some sort, and the other chopper accompanying them, got shot down. So they rescued who they could, and the chopper he was on went straight out to sea & was taken to Guam by a Navy ship.

I remember growing up and doing history projects about our family was so difficult for me. I was always that one student where my family tree ended at my grandparents (with unknown birth dates). I felt so ashamed of that! But I couldn’t press my parents for more information because they both left Vietnam at a young age. My mom was around 5-ish, and my father was 18-19. Both left their family, not knowing their outcome or how their families were. A lot of the times their answers were, “I don’t know or remember.”

Now that I’m older, I’m still curious, but I understand the pain to talk about a painful memory. When people ask me about my dad, I still get sad and teary eyed about his passing.

Hopefully, in the future, I can hear more stories of my parents. What their childhood was like, and our families.