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steven

Our family came to America forty years ago from Taiwan. Being immigrants, I grew up speaking Chinese at home and eating Chinese food everyday except on Sundays. That one day of the week was particularly special for us as Dad and I would pull out the grill, fill it full of charcoal, and light it up. He'd then explain the finer point of grilling ("Don't leave it on too long!", "Watch the fire!") and we'd feast on burgers, chicken, or steak that night. Even though I was really young, I felt we were a real American family that one night a week.

Forty years later my Dad is no longer around. However, I'm able to teach my own son the lessons Dad taught me. ("Don't leave it on too long!" "Watch your fire!") And we still still enjoy our Sunday afternoon grilled dinners.

Photo: My Dad and son