My father is just a simple farmer, attached to the fields and gardens all year round. His feet left their footprints all over the fields of our hometown. He and my mother worked hard to cultivate crops to raise us four children and us. He had this job and that job, but he never shied away from anything. Even when it came to cooking, every time he came home from work, he was always happy to cook with my mother.
Dad would go into the kitchen and cook the dishes that the children liked. I still remember that Dad's minced eel rolls with betel leaves always appealed to the skinny, picky children. That's why, every time he came back from catching eels, besides giving them to my mother to sell to earn some extra money, Dad always picked some to mince and fry for us to eat. Dad smiled gently, looking at the excitement and anticipation of my sisters and me, bustling with knives and cutting boards.
Dad was strict, eating had to be done on a regular basis. Once the meal was served, the whole family had to sit down together before they could eat. For Dad, family meals were the time when the whole family gathered together, when all members showed their care for each other, as well as maintained family traditions. However, there were still exceptions. Those were the days when Dad went into the kitchen to fry crab cakes, eel cakes, etc. When the children tiptoed and sat beside him, longingly smelling the fragrant aroma of the freshly cooked food that Dad had just served on a plate, Dad would proactively "ask" them to help him try the food to see if it was delicious or up to standard. In my immature thinking at that time, I was always proud to have helped Dad try the food, an attractive "job" that my four sisters and I had never once refused. Later I learned that my father did not want his children to gradually take family meals for granted, but also did not want them to wait and crave for it, so he "made special allowances" to let them try the dish more than once or twice.
Last Tet, I brought my two children home to celebrate Tet with my parents. It's Tet, there's no shortage of food and drinks. But seeing my little granddaughter like my grandfather's malabar spinach soup with shrimp, my father was excited to go into the kitchen. The winter in the North is very cold, but my father always wakes up early to go to the stream bank (connected to the river) to catch shrimp. Holding a bunch of fresh shrimp, my father smiled toothlessly, and this afternoon there was shrimp soup for my granddaughter. During the meal, my daughter kept praising: "Grandpa's soup is the best." My father smiled again. Maybe that's all it takes, the freezing cold of the river water, pounding, filtering, and then working hard in the kitchen is not a hardship for my father.
Perhaps thanks to their father as a role model, my father’s two sons-in-law are also skillful in cooking and of course never hesitate to enter the kitchen. There were times when I came home late from work and saw my husband cooking while my two children were chattering away beside him. That image reminded me of me and my siblings when we were children, hanging around my father.
The previous generation, this generation and perhaps the next generation will always have an invisible thread connecting them, the good sources of the family will always flow. While I was lost in thought, the loud laughter of my two children suddenly startled me. This afternoon, Dad was probably in the kitchen with Mom.
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