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Crying in H Mart, by Michelle Zauner.

Zauner opens by crying in H Mart, where ordinary groceries suddenly restore her mother’s presence. The banchan refrigerators recall soy-sauce eggs and cold radish soup. Dumpling skins recall folding pork-and-chive dumplings together. These memories arrive through texture, temperature, smell, and motion rather than through a deliberate act of remembrance. H Mart becomes a sensory archive, but it is also a refuge. Unlike an ordinary American supermarket’s token ethnic aisle, it offers familiar noodles, rice cakes, peeled garlic, snacks, and ingredients in forms that make Korean life feel materially present. Food gives grief somewhere to happen, even though it cannot make the loss reversible.

The store also creates a community larger than one family. Its food courts and surrounding businesses gather immigrants, international students, elders, children, and intercultural couples. Zauner imagines that people may come to recreate a childhood meal, sustain a routine from home, teach a child how to eat, or simply answer a craving that ordinary shopping cannot satisfy. She sees the gathering as a kind of displaced congregation. No one has to explain their history for the shared search to be recognizable. Ingredients can carry a person toward home, or toward a version of the self that feels harder to access elsewhere.

For Zauner, Korean identity is mediated through her mother. She can hardly speak Korean and was not taught to cook systematically, yet her mother gave her a Korean appetite and a deep attachment to Korean food. In H Mart, naming produce, handling ingredients, and choosing familiar packaged snacks produce an emotional sense of fluency. A simple puffed-rice snack can collapse the distance between bereavement and childhood, returning her to an after-school ritual with her mother. She remembers her mother less through dates than through exact preferences: favored dishes, temperatures, textures, spice levels, and foods she refused. Her mother stored these observations and later used them to offer comfort without announcing the care behind it.

That food inheritance began in a transnational family story. Zauner’s father went to South Korea in nineteen eighty-three for what became a used-car training program. He met her mother while she worked at a hotel in Seoul, married her after three months, and moved with her through several countries before they immigrated to Eugene, Oregon, when Zauner was one. Eugene offered forests, farms, rivers, seasonal produce, and a local-food culture, but the family eventually lived outside town on an isolated wooded property. As an only child, Zauner had no nearby children, parks, or stores. Her mother’s attention was a privilege, but it also left her dependent and sometimes smothered by closeness.

Seoul provided the opposite experience. Every other summer, Zauner and her mother spent six weeks with relatives in a crowded apartment, surrounded by cousins, aunts, and the noisy routines of multigenerational life. The city offered walkable shops, parks, public energy, and a sense of independence that Eugene withheld. Relatives made belonging physical. Seong Young carried her and chased her up the stairs. Nami painted her nails and performed every character in Korean Sailor Moon stories. Eunmi translated when the family needed Korean and took her to stationery shops. At night, Zauner and her mother sometimes raided Halmoni’s refrigerator, eating homemade banchan, kong bap, and raw crab. Her mother treated the child’s enjoyment as proof that she was a true Korean.

The Seoul household also showed Zauner that family intimacy could be loud, comic, frightening, and tender at once. Halmoni’s sternness did not cancel her affection. Women played hwatu, shouted over cards, drank, smoked, and sent Zauner to serve snacks and drinks. Zauner watched her mother lie beside Halmoni, peel pears, and share fruit. As a child, she could not understand how much separation and regret might sit inside those ordinary gestures. The adult narrator later recognizes that this mother-daughter bond offered a model for understanding her own relationship with her mother.

Seoul changed how Zauner understood her appearance and mixed identity. In Eugene, she felt awkward and was read primarily as Asian. In Seoul, strangers praised her small face and initially read her as Caucasian; beside her Korean mother, her mixed background became legible and even glamorous. The attention felt like a new social language. It also revealed how deeply beauty shaped her mother’s world. Skin care, brands, cleanliness, and appearance were connected not only to attractiveness but to being good and well behaved. Zauner wanted to inherit a visibly Korean feature, while also absorbing an early desire for whiteness. When a period-drama assistant briefly encouraged an idol fantasy, her mother dismissed it. The refusal crushed the child’s dream, but the adult narrator can also see protection in it: her mother imagined a world that might control the girl’s body, speech, clothes, and diet.

Her mother’s care was rarely gentle in a conventional sense. After a serious tree accident, she answered fear with anger, warnings, and blame rather than immediate soothing. Childhood Zauner experienced this as frightening and alienating. Later, she understood the harshness as an extreme form of protective love, as if her mother felt the injury in her own body and wanted to prevent every future danger. The mother taught her to save ten percent of herself, even from her parents. She demanded order, corrected posture and appearance, and treated disorder around prized possessions as a threat. Zauner responded by cleaning and reorganizing her mother’s things, hoping usefulness might secure affection and prevent abandonment.

Food offered a less conflicted path to approval. Her mother’s only food rule was to try everything once. At Noryangjin Fish Market, Zauner ate live octopus to impress her mother and aunts, received their praise, and discovered an arena in which bravery could make her admirable. Lobster, tartare, pâté, sardines, snails, sea cucumber, abalone, oysters, and dried cuttlefish became part of an adventurous palate. Her parents did not give her conventional cultural credentials through books, museums, or canonical references. They gave her worldly knowledge through travel and food. That inheritance became a mother tongue: a way to feel Korean, to recognize love, and to approach her mother’s life. It remains durable, but it does not open a door through grief. The meal can carry her home; it cannot bring her mother back.