How much heart had, gone into making of this dish, for her grandson, who’s too picky in his younger years, translated…
I’m not really good, at making beef stir-fried with swamp morning glory, I’d usually done it, the simplest way possible: julienned the beef, marinated the beef with rice wine and soy sauce, then, stir-frying the garlic, the ginger, then the beef, the swamp morning glory goes in the last. And every time, the beef tasted, overcooked, but, my wife didn’t mind it at all.
I’d had the dish from various shops all around, but, the way my grandmother made it was, the best.
When I was in middle school, my parents worked away, there was only grandma and me. I was slim, and a picky eater, and, every time the lunches grandma packed, I’d only finished about half. She began worrying that I won’t eat, but, no matter what she’d made, I’d only eaten half. One evening, I saw my grandmother, pinching up her nose, as she stir-fried the beef, said it was for my lunch tomorrow. My grandma’s families were agricultural workers, they were grateful for the oxen for working the fields, they’d never eaten any beef in their lives. But for my sake, she’d, bought the beef, pinched up her nose, and, stir-fried it with the swamp morning glory. I was so moved by her actions, and ever since, I’d, finished the lunches she’d packed for me, and, returned home with an empty lunch box.
it’s a dish that looks like this, photo from online…
Later, as I got married, I’d never had, another beef, stir-fried with the swamp morning glory again.
And you never shall, because what you tasted, was the love your grandmother had for you, and how she was, willing, to disregard her values, to give you what you’d needed, and, you can’t get that anywhere…
Life, the Obstacle Course 