For me, it’s very hard to pin down one specific meal as my favorite. Though I’ve been on earth only nineteen years, I like to think that I’ve had my fair share of culinary experiences from some reasonably extensive travel in Europe as well as a few crossings of the United States under my belt. However, the dish that really sticks with me the most is a dish my father started making around the year 2016. If I recall correctly, it was created after a trip to the grocery store where he’d gotten an assortment of culinary odds and ends and decided to make a meal of it while keeping it quite healthy. Each time he serves it, it is slightly different though it consists of a core of rice, ginger, soy sauce, mango or pineapple, peppers (sometimes spicy, sometimes not so much) tofu and basil. As I said before, each time it’s a little different than the last but those are the general core ingredients upon which he improvises. It’s not a real glamorous meal, nor is it a recipe that’s been passed down from generation to generation, but the effort, care and taste make it ultimately my favorite home cooked meal and quite possibly my most favorite meal, and someday soon I hope to sit down and learn precisely what the collection of ingredients precisely is so I may cook it for myself, and someday perhaps even hand it down to another generation, creating a culinary legend from a improvised mess of food.
