What We Make
Our kuehs are a treat. They are an indulgence when eaten in contemplative solitude as a reward for your personal triumph. When shared with friends, they are fodder for gossip best lingered over a pot of tea with a heaping spoonful of friendship.
Our kuehs are a memory.
They are a string of water pearls waiting patiently in a velvet pouch hiding in a forgotten wooden box.
They are pond skaters making ripples on a jade pond.
They are scrapped knees and soft coos.
They are bony hands that once cared for the world.
We now make these kuehs for her.