Happiness, as of late, has been seeing the people I miss, love, and care for.
My kind of happiness is also well packed in this tiny coffee ice cream, which is no longer available at my usual super market… it’s so priceless for me, personally.
To the easy things within my reach, when they’re gone for good, I suddenly realized how much I love them. Happiness is simply a feeling within your own heart, where the price tags, comparisons and judgements don’t really matter. It’s all for the feels
Not as hard to find as the ice cream above, but I had a bite of this a few weeks ago and it reminded me of my grandma’s woonsen noodles. She passed away in the middle of last year so anything connecting to her would make me tear up a little. It’s tasty because Ryan made it, also because I mixed it well when chef Ryan told me to
“Glass Noodles: Vermicelli, tofu, cabbage, pea shoot, carrot, garlic soy.”
*It’s conveniently vegan.
Speaking of Needle, I recall the first weekend in September when Ryan bought back his HK French toast with peanut butter.
That god damn toast made me cry in my car missing my grandpa that very afternoon… I didn’t tell anyone that I was sipping on their HK milk tea, which tasted like my highschool days, and cried, at full speed. Probably the best cry I’ve had last year. Emotions and memories from many oceans apart snowballing under the heat of summer in LA… It was so strange.
My grandpa used to eat warm, fresh baguette with peanut butter and a little sprinkle of sugar, which has nothing to do with HK French toast. But that was the only memory associated with peanut butter on bread in my childhood memories about grandpa. His curious grandchild only took a tiny bite and run off to play whenever he made his snack…
So I tried it disregarding the fact that I’m neither crazy about French toast nor peanut butter or bread (please just ignore me, I’m lame!)
The taste of peanut butter from that crazy Needle toast kicked me back to thinking of my grandpa that day. Somehow a thing I would never crave for nor think I would enjoy became so tasty because it got me closer to the memories and the person I miss so much…
Sometimes, I take things very personal and it’s okay.
At least the connections and feelings are real xoxo