When I was younger my father used to make a meal that he called hash—ground beef, pinto beans, chopped onions, corn, and spices. It was always homemade and always incredibly delicious. I’ve been missing the past lately and wanted to grab a bit of it back tonight by making a quick, lazy, and half-as-delicious version of my dad’s hash.
I’m still trying to find my sea legs when it comes to cooking in Hanoi because so many of the ingredients that I would normally have access to in the United States aren’t available here. Either way, I don’t think I’ll ever be as good a cook as my dad was.
Most of what I plated tonight came from cans. Hopefully by this time next year I’ll never need canned anything and will learn to make my meals from scratch. Until then I’ll do my best with what I have and enjoy the good memories from spending part of my childhood with pops.