This dish is truly comfort food to me. It stems from Chinese cooking, though Thais have adopted their own version of the dish. Usually you will find this sold on the streets at the crack of dawn, and my fondest memory of eating it would be from when I was a little pumpkin, going to Lumpini Park in Bangkok with my mum and sister to sit at aluminium tables and have a fresh bowl of this stuff. I associate eating this dish with the sight of uncles in tracksuits, doing their morning jog around the park, and a hot glass of freshly made soybean milk with barley floating down to the bottom. When my jok arrived, I would always have an egg cracked into mine so that I could break it up and swirl it around the bowl with my melamine spoon. Not much has changed since then, I occasionally still wake up early for a warming bowl, and I still like to play with my food.

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