Tag: childhood

• Notes to My Past Self | 25th March 2026

  

  My mother made sandwiches with the cheerful logic of someone who saw no reason why ingredients in the same refrigerator shouldn’t share the same bread. Ham, cheese, butter, jam — all of it, together. I spent decades thinking she was doing it wrong. Turns out the sandwich wasn’t wrong. The cafeteria was just too small.

  Angela

  March 25, 2026

  kitchen, life in finland, notes to my past self

  Asian-American, breakfast, childhood, cultural identity, expat cooking, food culture, sandwiches