Grandma's Springtime Mugwort Mochi: A Taste of Home So Powerful It Makes Grown Men Cry (Even Kitchen Newbies Can Nail This!)
When Rain Meets Memory
Every Qingming season, as drizzle paints the world gray and mugwort (ài cǎo) pushes through damp earth, I'm transported to Grandma's smoke-kissed kitchen. There, a child version of me would perch on a stool, mesmerized by her hands transforming wild greens into jade-green mochi. The aroma wasn't floral or herbal—it smelled like life itself, earthy and sweet, bypassing logic to nestle directly in the heart.