My Grandmother’s Hens (opens in new tab)

When I visited home in January, my grandmother showed love the way she always has, by offering to cook for me. I didn’t fully understand the amount of work that went into preparing and cooking eight dishes at once until I started my monthly supper club. My grandmother did it every day for our big family when I was young. I took her labor entirely for granted. As a token of appreciation that came decades too late, I told her, “I can cook now, Ng-niang. Let me cook for you.” I knew she’d truly ...