A family passes a lot of its tradition down through cooking. My grandma loved winter-melon soup for summer, stewed for many hours with pork belly, ginger, and scallions, until the melons melted. But my husband’s family always boiled the same melon in salty water, that’s it. I tried, I will eat it out of my love for him.
But perhaps my grandma’s soup will end with me. My kids eat it out of their love for me. They’d rather have chicken noodle soup from a can, I know.