Savory Cambodian Crepe

For as long as I can remember, I have had chronic allergies and difficulty breathing. As a child, I got sick often. As an adult, I still get sick often. Doctors could never identify the problem. I didn't have asthma. Allergy shots didn’t help. It wasn't a severe issue, just uncomfortable and inconvenient. 

When I was 9 years old, my mother, my sisters, and I ran away from my abusive father. We left California and found ourselves in a tiny studio apartment in the suburbs of Boston. We made ourselves a home with hand me down furniture. I shared a full size bed with my mother, while my 2 sisters slept together in the bed next to us. Every time we ran away from my father and moved into a new place, I had issues breathing. My nose often bled. The air was always too dry.  It was never quite right.

One night, I woke up complaining to my mother that I couldn't sleep because I couldn’t breathe. I may have also been sick. My mother led me out of bed and into the kitchen. I immediately resorted to what always soothed me when I couldn't breathe; I climbed onto a stool, stuck my head out of the kitchen window in the middle of a Boston winter. I distracted myself by watching my breath form clouds in the air as the snowflakes gently caressed my face. The cold air calmed me. 

As my head hung out of our kitchen window, my mother pulled out leftover banh chao from dinner earlier that night. She assembled two plates of the savory crepe, mixed it with fresh vegetables and herbs, and smothered it with sweet Cambodian fish sauce. She summoned me over to our dining table. Together we sat in silence, side by side, eating banh chao with our hands. Both of my sisters slept soundly in the open room next to us. 

My mother and I didn't speak. We just ate. In that dimly lit dining room, surrounded by darkness. In the middle of a cold, winter night. In that small studio apartment. Away from my father. And finally, I could breathe again.️

Cambodian Cooking with Mama in Boston

Since I was planning to return home for the holidays anyways, I decided to spend the month of December cooking with my Mama back home in Boston.  After only 4 full days with her, we have already worked on 8 recipes!  It has been quite a productive trip so far!  We have been busy grocery shopping, learning about different Cambodian herbs, discussing dishes step by step, taking lots of notes, and food plating for our photo shoots.  It has been a lot of fun and also a lot of work!  I've learned so much watching her cook and explain each nuance of her cooking in detail.  I am grateful that I have the time and opportunity to be here with her in person learning her art.  I am excited to share everything I learned with my mother in the upcoming cookbook!

Within this first week home, I also experienced this winter's first snowfall.  It was enchanting but also so very cold!  Because I had been spending all my time with my mother cooking, I hadn't had a chance to venture into the city until yesterday.  Boston is such a beautiful, historic, and charming city!  It was even more scenic with the remnants of snow that still lined the trees, cars, and buildings.  I wandered around Newbury Street and strolled through the quaint quarters of the South End.  

Here are a few shots from my first week back in Boston.  I included pictures of my nephew because he's just the cutest.