home cooking

a coworker gave me some spring onions from her garden, so i decided to try my hand at making spring onion pancakes from scratch.  they turned out pretty good for my first batch, but i'll probably need to make them a few more times before i'm satisfied.. that is, if i make another attempt.

spring onion or scallion pancakes remind me so much of my mom.  i don't think she actually ever made them from scratch, but she always liked heating some up for us in a pan as a snack.  whatever she makes always has that "mom" touch, like her signature.  the same goes for my dad too... his fried eggs or salmon dish that i can almost taste as i'm typing this.  there's always something about homemade cooking from your parents that can not be duplicated.  i don't know how many times i've tried to make something that my mom or dad has, and it just doesn't taste the same.  it's similar, but there's always something missing.

i've asked my mom over the years for recipes, but like any mother would tell you, there really aren't any.  it's all by memory and taste.  she's tried to put together recipes for me with portions and amounts, but no matter how precisely i measure or how much i compensate, it turns out different.  i can't put my finger on what it is, but i know enough to know that it's not my mom's.

maybe the reason is because i know who it's coming from, the love and care that's put into the food, not only to provide nutrition and sustenance to my body, but to nurture and sustain my life.