I was recovering from a wicked cold last week when I received an email from Thu, the woman who inspired my pandan tapioca cake (banh bo nuong) adventure. Thu had read the post about my dad’s 80th birthday bash and wrote to me about her family’s surprise celebration for her dad. It was actually for both of her folks who were coincidentally born on January 1.
It’s a wonderful human story that tells you lots about humility, family, gender roles, and the gift of good home cooking. Thu’s email uplifted me from my physical doldrums. Hope it does the same for you too! [Note that the text in brackets are my comments or clarification.]
I would like to share my story with you because we also celebrated my parents’ birthday for the first time in their life. My mom and dad both were born on January 1.
We always wanted to give them a birthday party, but they always said, “Gia roi, birthday gi nua.” [That loosely translates to: “We’re so old, why bother with a birthday celebration?”] So we never did, until last Saturday.