Thou Shall Not Forget

Vintage fascinates me these days. Maybe I was inspired by the TV series which I religiously watched over the last week - to discover my roots.

I am of a Hakka descent. But sad to say, and shameful as it is, my knowledge of my ancestors, my dialect group and its origin, traditions and customs is as good as nil. 

However, when it comes to Hakka cuisine, I do know a thing or two. I know what they are and to devour them at NeNe's place. But I am clueless if you ask me to prepare them.

I have a sudden urge to learn. To talk to NeNe about her past and understand all things Hakka. To cook authentic Hakka cuisine and practise its customs (or some of). To not let all be lost at our generation. Mum and Dad, I doubt, could give me the kind of information I need. 

NeNe is past 80. The clock is ticking. The thought saddens me...