A memoir about my relationship with my father, reconnected through food
When I was little,
The only gift I ever got from dad
were those golden chocolate squares.
He would always tell me they were from the airplane,
After I grew up,
I learned they don't give out chocolate on airplane.
insomnia from jet lag,
we drove to the port nearby
Shrimps larger than my face
In San Francisco,
we discovered "House of Prime Ribs"
where all food comes with free refills.
What a meaty day.
It's a secret from Mom.
Dad and I went to get the famous Uni Pasta
He ordered in Japanese,
"One sea grape please"
Oh the taste of sea,
bursts as each tiny grape explode in my mouth
It's testing season for SAT,
I couldn't go on our family trip.
When they came back,
Dad walked over and put a box in my hands silently
a box of macarons
They were the best macarons
The Europe trip was cancelled,
Instead, He brought me to a French restaurant in LA
We ate the