I was born in Vietnam and came to the Netherlands as an 11-year-old in 1980 via the Philippines with my mother and two brothers.
My journey is not an everyday one and was at times downright miserable, yet I now remember mostly the good things. And those happy memories are very often about sitting at the table together and even more often about eating.
Because what I ate, and how it tasted, I remember unerringly.I was brought up on Vietnamese cuisine: in Vietnam it was very common for me, as the eldest of the family, to learn to cook for the family at the age of seven. Since then, it has been an amazing journey!