A Memory of Food

One vivid memory from my childhood is the 750-square-foot garden plot my parents were fortunate to acquire after we moved to a quaint town in Sweden. Initially, the plot seemed rather ordinary. The soil hadn’t been cultivated for years, and I remember the immense effort it took to clear everything and make the ground fertile and nutrient-rich again. I was still quite young, so I would accompany my parents to the garden, riding my tiny bike adorned with an orange flag and training wheels.

At that time, sourcing Asian vegetables in Sweden was a challenge. The most feasible solution was to grow our own, which is precisely what my parents did. They planted seeds of various vegetables they had brought and preserved from their homeland. In no time, our plot transformed into a verdant haven, boasting a variety of plants one could only dream of finding in our new home country.