Michael H.



One of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t learn Mandarin when I was younger. My parents speak it with each other, but English with me. For a long time, the language barrier between me and my parents proved to be a huge obstacle in identifying with and loving my Chinese heritage. But since I’ve gone to college (and being forced to cook for myself) I’ve found that cooking and eating the food I grew up on is the perfect way to connect with my culture and with my parents. Learning recipes from my mom and dad lets me preserve our customs and traditions despite struggling with the language. I’m proud to master these dishes and equally happy to eat them with my friends and family. For a long time, I’ve felt somewhat inauthentic in my identity – but when I make jiaozi from stratch, from flour, water, pork, and cabbage – I feel confidently, proudly, Chinese.