These are porcelain soup spoons my mother got from Taiwan. Growing up, the dinners my mother made for our family always ended with soup, usually some sort of clear broth. She would make miso soup, egg drop soup, pumpkin soup, the perfect way to warm up your body after a long day. But my favorite is this one of my mom's inventions that she named after me because I like it so much. It's a simple recipe- just red skin potato, ribs, and onions, but I associate it so strongly with home and family. It's usually the first thing she makes me when I go back to Seattle to visit. 

My parents immigrated to the U.S. from Taiwan 30 years ago. Though they've grown to become American in their own right, eating American food regularly and calling Washington state their home, they still hold onto their deep Taiwanese roots. When I look at these spoons, I remember our family dinners every night, how the four of us would sit at our circular wooden dining table and slurp away at our soup.

– Elaine Lo

Relationship:  Child of im/migrant Child of im/migrant