"I am standing in the kitchen, staring at this bird, paralyzed with performance anxiety, until memories of my great aunt, the first in the family to immigrate to America, come in whisps of steam and ginger. Was it Christmas? New Year's? I can see her bringing a roast duck to the table, glazed shiny red and brown, its neck long and curved, stuffed full of sticky rice, each grain hanging onto my chopsticks."A New Thanksgiving Tradition, Born of a Family's Separation - NBC News
Sunday, November 22, 2015
A New Thanksgiving Tradition, Born of a Family's Separation - NBC News
Revisiting last year's Thanksgiving Eve essay, but I still don't feel like cleaning the house...