There is one dish that I could eat anytime and anywhere....and it's called chinmai. It's one that brings fond memories, warmth in my heart, and joy to my senses.
My grandfather doesn't cook very much, but when he does, it's something special and always delicious. This dish is something my grandfather used to make every Sunday mornings for breakfast when I was really small. I can still remember waking up and going down the stairs, looking forward to get a bowl of chinmai from the pot on the stove. To this day, no one can make chinmai better.
Nowadays, he only makes it when he feels like it or when there are special requests for it. He knows it's one of my favorites so there would be days he'd call me if I want to come over for breakfast because he's planning to make a pot. This time however, I've been craving it for so long that I asked him a few days ago when he'll be making it....and....today is the day! :)
I went to his house early before work, for breakfast. The smell and sight of the bowl of left over congee, misua, cabbage, pork broth, pork bits, boiled shrimp, dried scallops, fried onions, and peanuts instantly put a smile on my face. It's been a long week and this is exactly what I needed. After a bowl, I couldn't resist for another, which my grandfather was also happy to see, especially that nowadays, I'm not eating meat.
This dish is actually considered a peasant's dish because it's what poor people would make when they have left over congee. They would just add cabbage, misua, and some pork and it would be their whole meal. Over the years, my grandpa has added a few more ingredients and made it his own.
Each time he makes this, he still puts care and love into it, which is why it tastes so good. It has become my ultimate comfort food. The love he puts in transfers, which must be why I feel warm and happy when I have even just one spoonful. Wouldn't it be great if each meal felt that way.