A memoir; after Zauner loses her mom to stomach cancer, she finds herself crying in Korean grocery stores while shopping for the foods that her mother loved. I felt so much empathy for her, especially her journey in trying to recreate the foods of her childhood. We second-generation kids count on our parents to provide a link to the culture of the old country, and when we lose a parent, we also lose that bridge. (To be clear, I am super fortunate in that I have not lost a parent! Don’t go anywhere Ma and Ba! But I’m super grateful every time you answer the phone to handle random questions like “what does this menu say” and “how do you order that dim sum dish I like again”.)