This Hainan chicken and rice recipe is from my good friend
Chelsea’s family. Watching Chelsea and her grandmother cook together, and
patiently communicate with each other, despite language barriers, inspires me to
write the following story, which is dedicated to unsung heroes in my life.
While growing up with 22 people in Yangon, everything I had
ever wanted was my own room, and the freedom to not answer everyone whenever I
go out. Try answering to at least 5 people
every time you go somewhere, especially when these five people are strong,
stubborn single Asian aunts, who take no bullshit. Guilt often builds up fast. Even a casual hang
out with a friend starts to feel like you are committing an adulterous act.
Hence, I am entitled to blame all my current problems to the fact that I grew
up in a big household. Why are you late for class? I grew up with 22 people.
Why did you run red light? My aunts were overprotective.
