Two days ago, dad brought down three bottles of hongjiu (alcoholic drink made of fermented black glutinous rice) that his mother made when my mom just delivered my youngest sister in 1988. Yesterday and today, I've been eating chicken cooked in that. It has sweetened as it aged over the past 23 years. My grandma died in 1998. So those bottles has been a time capsule, preserving her handmade love for all those years.
For me, having a newborn always bring wonderful things from the past. Some of the baby's clothes are the clothes that were worn by my sisters and me when we were newborns. Some of the clothes and the blankets were handmade by mom. And I even have the baby belts (something to wrap over baby's tummy) that my maternal grandma made, evenly hand stitched along the sides.
So I just write it down here to remember the goodness and the warmth that those love from the past bring into the present. And I really would love to learn making those handmade things/food that can be passed down to the next generations. :)
