Certain dishes include 3 parts nostalgia in the recipe. This is one of those meals; it brings back lots of childhood memories to me–um, all of them bitter and resentful.
I did not appreciate this dish as a child - not because it didn’t taste good or because the stinky smell of salted fish was overpowering–but because I was one who had to remove the root from each sprout. Ever had to do this? Ever had to remove the root hundreds of times every meal. Thousands of times each month. Millions every year. I grew to hate this dish whenever my mother prepared it.
I’m over it now though…
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