I thought I was well past any likelihood of first gen immigrant depression until I had a Trader Joe’s scallion pancake this week and cried (I hate it / why did I leave home / why am I eating frozen food / why is it so bad). I completely overreacted, but that’s why it’s called depression. Anyway, lesson learned. I will not be eating anything like that again
I want to write about first gen immigrants’ cultural shock at frozen / convenience foods as a way of life. I still struggle with it!
