It was the year of the dragon when my grandmother first introduced me to the savory joy of lo bak go, a traditional turnip cake. Her kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of simmering turnips and rice flour. I was skeptical, yet intrigued, much like an expectant mother navigating the world of pregnancy cravings and dietary caution. Even as her belly expands, a mother's love and curiosity grow with every flavorful bite.
πΆ Baby says: Ooh, I love when you eat yummy things like turnip cakes! π Anytime you enjoy them keeps me cozy and happy in here. π₯°

