Growing up in Hong Kong, the aroma of steaming dim sum baskets filled our tiny apartment every Sunday morning, a ritual that hooked me on Cantonese cuisine for life. My grandma, with her weathered hands, would meticulously fold dumplings, whispering secrets about the perfect shrimp filling – it\it\I recall one rainy afternoon in Macau, sharing claypot rice with strangers, the crispy bottom layer uniting us in silent appreciation. This cuisine teaches mindfulness – respecting ingredients, timing, and the art of subtlety. It\it\it\s a journey of discovery in every simmering pot.
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