Memory kitchen Just realized how many things in my small apartment kitchen remind me of mom. Plastic containers with missing lids. An almost empty bottle of sesame oil. Hand-painted Korean bowls I found at a local thrift store. Chopsticks mixed in with silverware. A hammer in the "random stuff" drawer - she used hers to crush garlic cloves stuffed inside Ziplock bags. A container of spicy gochujang nestled in the bottom corner of the fridge. A rice cooker. Her rice cooker from her home after her death. Now, I'm hungry for her love.
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