"Why don't you do the dishes?", " Pack your lunch yourself. Foods are in the kitchen.", "Could you prepare dinner for me?" These were my not favorite moments when I was a child. I totally didn't wanna reveal myself in our kitchen and doing the dishes to my friends. But who would've thought that my mom's favors became my initial manure for my late twenties as a single man's life in a tiny studio apartment. It had been my grudge for her. But now it is my appreciation. Whenever I miss Korean food, I can at least mimic her taste. I know it is not the same. but I can fumble for the memories with full of thankfulness.

A sizzling chicken dish for tonight is a catalyzer for mixing my thoughts. My cooking isn't so bad. All of my friends have tolerance that they eat as much as they can when I cook for them. I cook for myself tonight. But I should invite them soon and throw dinner for them. It's not as good as my mom's. For my friends, for myself and for the appreciation to my mom