Long distance love

Sarah’s mom sent a care package yesterday - twelve frozen tamales wrapped in enough aluminum foil to build a small spacecraft. We’ve been talking about missing home cooking since anatomy midterms started draining our souls, so this felt like divine intervention.

Long distance love

Sarah showed up this morning with the tamales and her phone, reading me the text her mom sent with reheating instructions. Three paragraphs. In Korean and English. With temperature warnings and timing charts. I love Mrs. Chen.

We spent an hour eating slowly and talking about family Sunday dinners and the weird things we miss - Sarah misses her dad’s terrible coffee, I miss my mom’s way of folding fitted sheets that actually makes sense.

Reading Mrs. Chen’s instructions

It’s funny how tamales can make a cramped apartment kitchen feel less lonely.

Jake wandered through and stole a bite, then spent twenty minutes asking Sarah for her mom’s recipe like she’s going to text him back in Korean. Some things don’t translate, but the love always does.