My mother made a proposition that every other week, we grab lunch and then go have boba to catch up. We already kind of do the lunch thing already anyways. But the “catching up” over boba thing was a whole other gesture that I am far from getting used to. She now wants us to umm *gasp*….TALK. Sure, we talk about general things, like the weather, the yummy things we have eaten lately, her telling me get rid of my food belly, etc. But now she said she needs us to really talk. She wants me to share about the things that are going on in my life and vice versa. So far, this hasn’t really been flying with me because I am a pretty private person and my personal, private business is my own private business. She asked me to start opening up about the things in my life that stress me out, my plans for the future, what is new in my life, and so on. Like, she wants to know EVERYTHING.
I don’t want to open up too much about my private life to my mom either. I think I tell my mom just enough of what she needs to know. There is no need for her to know EVERYTHING. She’s not going to make me spill my guts, no matter how she tries lol. But I feel her trying.
I remember my friend saying, “Are you going to be like every other Asian and take pictures of the food?” My response was, “No. It’s just pasta and fish. If I was having some Michelin starred food, then I’d be taking pictures. But why would I take pictures of pasta and fish here?” Lol….how things have changed. Now I even take pictures when I’m eating Mcdonalds lol. Snapping pictures before eating anything became second nature when I started blogging, Yelping, and instagramming.
During this visit, I had the Tortellini and mom had Spaghetti Southern.
“Is yours good?” I asked.
I grabbed a good amount of her Spaghetti to try onto a share plate. The taste of garlic and olive oil hit first. I’m Korean. I probably have garlic running through a good amount of my veins. I’ve noticed the garlic detector of my palate is that of someone who bleeds garlic. When I made japchae for coworkers at my previous workplace, someone said, “It’s delicious, but now I won’t be able to kiss my husband tonight. You put WAY too much garlic.” And I really didn’t. I was shocked at how sensitive to garlic he was. But that’s Korean food. Like the Italians, we are all about the garlic.
My mom made another Asian mom comment. “I could really use a side of kimchi with this.” Lol.
“Mine doesn’t taste good after tasting yours,” said mom. I guess the Tortellini is the better of the two.
It started with the light stuff. She started telling me about things happening at church, the passing of my dad’s friend’s wife (whom I don’t even know), tidbits about my brother, and so on.
“I have nothing else to share,”
“Should I pray for you to reach best seller?” Mom knows I am writing a book. That is all she knows. And I prefer to keep it that way. I don’t even want to imagine her finding out about the steamy scenes of the book. So, okay…..that is safe enough, I thought. Let’s go with that. That is enough sharing for this time. It will be another two weeks before she grills me again.