Name: Thai Vu
ID: 200 276 887
Professor: Beverly Montague
Jan 21, 2009
My Mother is the Best Cook Ever
Last weekend, my friend Nam invited me to dine with his family. On the way to his home, Nam told me that his mother was cooking some good Vietnamese food. I did not think about anything else but alcohol at that time. We would drink overnight, and would be drunk like usual. I open the door and came into the living room. There was an acrid but aromatic smell of fried crispy spring rolls, and the reek of beer and tobacco. I suddenly remembered my mother’s food and the party that I had had with my family on the day I flied to Canada.
That was a year ago. I had the funniest party that I will never forget because I was a very important person on that day. There were many people busy with cooking, including my mom. She asked me to learn how to make the fried crispy spring rolls, which is one of my favorite things to eat growing up. She showed me how to put all ingredients in a large mixing bowl, blend well, and adjust seasoning. She told me how to roll over the rice paper and lower each roll in the oil to deep fry. The acrid smoke came out at first then aromatic smell filled in the house. Someone said they were water mouthing and could not wait to eat. When everything was done, we started the party. People ate, sang, and cheered. They blessed good things for my future as a student in Canada.
Nam led me to the kitchen where his mother was cooking. There was no alcohol, no overnight drinking, no laughing wildly or creaming. But I did have a warm dinner with some delicious traditional Vietnamese food. The pleasant smell of fried spring roll recalled my memory about that unforgettable party. And I would say nothing can be compared to my mom's crispy spring rolls. I really mean it. My mother is the best cook ever.