15. CHINESE GROCERIES
After a long day working with my father at the restaurant, my mother would take a bus downtown, get off at City Hall and walk the two blocks home. Sometimes, a bus driver who recognized my mother would extend a kindness and let her off at the corner of Erie and Park instead. Although she would have likely preferred a simple supper - a bowl of rice, steamed salty fish, and a green - she indulged my brother and I by preparing some fancier Chinese dish that we liked. Yet, I know very little about Chinese foodstuffs. Mother made dinner on her own while my brother and I attended to homework from school. That was the priority in our household. When I left home, it was kind of exotic adventure and remembrance of home to venture into Toronto Chinatown, find a Chinese grocery store that looked welcoming, and squeeze along narrow aisles; scanning the crowded shelves for a product I recognized and knew how to cook. Sheets of dried bean curd, vermicelli rice n...