I don't know if you can tell, but I'm half Japanese. And ever since I was younger, I've been deeply connected with my Japanese culture. So much so, in fact, that every year during the summer, I go to Japan and I live in my grandmother's house.Now, I say live in because I wasn't there to vacation. I was truly living there. I did chores around the house, went to the supermarket to buy groceries, and I even had my own book collection waiting for me over there.But the by far the craziest thing that I did was go ...

Close your eyes just a moment and picture your favorite childhood dish. The one made by your parents or grandparents. Can you remember the smell, the taste.How does it make you feel. What memories come flooding back. Now open your eyes.Is your favorite dish the same as the person next to you. Probably not. And even if it is, the taste itself will be different.However, the memories that meals evoke will be similar. For me, that dish is cot. Eating a bowl of cido instantly transferred me back to my childhood, ...