Love is...

Last night Hon's mom cooked ginseng soup.  She asked if I would want some, wary that I might not enjoy its bitterness.

Of course my quest to prove the future father-in-law's May-can stereotypes wrong overrode all sensibility.  Chinese people are not the only ones who enjoy bitter flavors!  Thus, I found myself saying "It's okay!  I don't mind bitter.  I'd love some."

Foolish, foolish me.

Apparently she had forgotten an ingredient, but I am not sure there is anything in the world that could have rescued this soup.  Even the future father-in-law made a face when he drank the broth.

But the meal ended with four empty bowls.  Love is  feeding people, this we know.  But love is also eating whatever is served without complaint--though jokes and faces are allowed on occasion--simply because it was made for you.