A Taste of Wuxi
Growing up, my mornings often started with the comforting aroma of soup dumplings, lovingly bought and steamed by my maternal grandma.
With my parents frequently traveling for work, my sister and I were raised by our maternal grandparents in a lively household of six.
Breakfasts were quick, eat-and-go affairs before catching the school bus, featuring either those cherished dumplings or simple peanut butter toast.
These fast-paced mornings, though brief, left a lasting impression on me.
Last month, I returned to China and visited Wuxi, where I relived those cherished moments by enjoying the dumplings at a restaurant with my grandparents and family.
The experience reaffirmed how deeply food connects us to our past and loved ones.
