I may not be the best writer, but it's always fun to put pen to paper
Being of both Asian and Caucasian blood, I never really felt like I belonged to either race. Whether it's my Caucasian friends denouncing my Asian heritage or not accepting my other half. My Asian friends saying I'm too "White" and alienating me from a culture that I too possess. I always felt as if I was in limbo in terms of my identity. Holding many cultures within, however, not belonging to one. Throughout my childhood, I accepted that fact and moved forward. However, in college, it really weighed me down and forced me to reconsider my values and morals. I didn't understand why it affected me so much or why it mattered to people to point out what race I am as if I was a wine tasting test. Being not one to complain, instead, just go with the flow. I seem tranquil and calm on the outside, but there's a fire brewing on the inside, and with a roaring fire, the smoke has to escape somewhere. That being said, I wanted to find a method or a relief to these feelings bottled up inside me. A way that I can show others, I belong to both cultures. Through cooking, I hoped to accomplish that.