Roots and Recipes Draft

Yes, it was that time of year again when the gold and silver lions would dance down the streets of Chinatown as the firecrackers crackled as the lions danced.  The streets of Chinatown are filled with the bustling crowd trying to see the lion dances and get their hands on the delicious food.  That’s right, it’s Chinese New Years.  There is one thing in my head that sticks out the most whenever Chinese new years come around each year.  It wasn’t watching the lions dance or even going to Chinatown it was that one lucky phone call we got from Uncle Jerry

My uncle Jerry was a balding Chinese man with a kind face.  He had lost his leg to diabetes.  He was single and lived in a really small apartment.   He loved cooking food for all his friends and family during Chinese New Years and birthdays. “His stove was about half the size of a regular stove.  So it amazed us how much food he could cook in his apartment.” My mom said, one food that really stood out when we went there was Chow Min.  I could smell the steaming mixture of Charsiu , carrots, and oyster sauce floating toward my direction.   The smell of the food excruciatingly churned my stomach, making me excruciatingly hungry.   It’s sad that my Uncle Jerry died a few years ago to diabetes.  Since mu Uncle Jerry is in a better place I decided to ask my mom to make the Chow Min since she is an amazing cook and she was pretty close to my Uncle Jerry.

“ My Uncle Jerry would cook Chow Min every New Years because noodles  in the Chinese culture represents