Love on a Plate: My Parents’ Culinary Affection

Growing up, I often felt a certain void in my relationship with my Korean parents. It wasn’t that they didn’t care — they just showed their love in a way that I failed to recognize until I reached my 30s. Reflecting on my childhood, I couldn’t recall family vacations, shopping sprees, or moments of undivided attention. My parents caught up in the relentless pursuit of providing for me and had a unique love language that I failed to grasp until much later.

Money was no object in our household. I had a generous allowance, and they showered me with financial indulgence. Yet, time and emotional connection were scarce. The phrase “I love you” remained unspoken, echoing the cultural norms prevalent in Asian households of the older generation. It was a struggle, and at times, frustration crept in, leaving me questioning the depth of their affection.

It wasn’t until adulthood that I unraveled the true essence of their love — a language spoken not through words but through a bounty of food. Every mealtime was a feast, a testament to my parents’ culinary prowess. Both of them were exceptional cooks, their expertise extending even to the delicate art of sashimi preparation. The dining table was our canvas, and every dish was a masterpiece crafted with love.

They never held back, not just with me but also with friends, family, and sometimes even strangers. The kitchen was their sanctuary, a place where love manifested itself in the form of flavorful dishes. I realize now that the abundance of food was their unspoken declaration of love, a gesture transcending cultural boundaries.

Despite long hours at work, my mom would come home at 10 PM and whip up a hot meal if I requested one. It was a silent affirmation of her love, a gesture that filled not just my belly but also my heart. As I grew older and encountered different family dynamics, I came to understand the richness of my upbringing. While others may have experienced hunger and lack, I was surrounded by a variety of delectable choices that turned me into an early foodie.

Now, as an adult, I see my parents’ love reflected in the way I approach relationships. I’ve become someone who shares love through food, introducing friends to diverse cuisines and relishing in the joy of their culinary discoveries. I consider myself blessed to have had a childhood filled with gastronomic delights, and my perspective has shifted.

My husband often shares stories of his own upbringing, where meals weren’t prepared with the same love and care. It’s a stark contrast to my experiences, making me appreciate the culinary love language my parents bestowed upon me. Food has become my way of expressing affection, a legacy passed down from the very people I once thought were distant.

So, here’s to my parents — thank you for the love that was served on a plate, for showing me that sometimes, the most profound expressions of affection don’t need words. I cherish those countless meals, the shared laughter, and the warmth that emanated from your kitchen. As I continue to share my love through food, I realize that your culinary legacy is not just a part of my past but a gift that keeps giving. I love you more than ever.

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