I was born when grandma is no more in the world, I never saw her real. Since I was a child, I have a strong bond with my grandfather, I often heard him describe the love story with my grandma, leaving me very sentimental.

Grandpa has been missing grandma most of his life. When I recall many years ago, I took an old photo of grandma to an authetic photo developing store to enlarge her photo, with a specially customised dedicated frame so that Grandpa could place in the room, and this way he can see grandma every day. His smiling face when he was receiving the photo was still vivid in my memory.

Grandpa passed a couple of years ago, I was sad while I had to feel relieved that he can get reunited with grandma.

A few days ago we went to worship them, when looking at the photo of grandpa, I recall the scene of us together, however, when I saw the photo of grandma, I felt a certain acquainted and unknown feeling, like there is no memory with her, I have only heard of her from grandfather, and her existence seems to have been never in the same dimension with me.

I returned to my bakery after worship, and was still thinking about this issue of existence, time and space. While still thinking about it, an idea of making a shortbread just popped up. Foreign people have inherited recipes, it is an intimate form of family food left to the generations to follow, allowing a connection between the generations to the next through recipes.

Since I would not have recipes from grandma, I would like to contradict the tradition, so I come to a recipe, make it a dedication to grandma, to make people know that she once existed, and also enable me to have a deliberately made memory with her.

May this {Ode to Grandma} shortbread become an evidence that Grandma and I had existed once together.

我出生的時候，嫲嫲已經不在這個世界上了，我從來沒有見過她的真面目，因為從小到大我和爺爺的感情很深，經常聽他描述和嫲嫲的愛情故事，讓我很感傷。

爺爺一直很想念嫲嫲，想起很多年前，我拿著嫲嫲的一張舊照片到一家照片沖印店去放大，還專門定製了一個專用相框，讓他放在房間裡，這樣他就可以天天看到嫲嫲，他收到相框時笑容還清晰在我腦海中。爺爺幾年前去世了，我在難過的同時也不得不為他能和奶奶團聚而感到欣慰。

前幾天去拜祭他們的時候，看著爺爺的照片，我想起了我們在一起的情景，然而當我看到嫲嫲的照片時，我有一種既熟悉又陌生的感覺，好像和她沒有什麼回憶，我只是從爺爺那裡聽說過她，而她的存在似乎從來沒有和我在同一個空間。

拜祭後，我回到我的曲奇店，還一直在思考這個存在、時間和空間的問題。想著想著，就想到了做個酥餅。國外的人都有傳承食譜，是留給後人的一種親密的家庭食品，讓一代人與下一代人之間通過食譜建立起聯系。

我在想，既然我不會有嫲嫲的食譜，我就想違背傳統，來做個食譜，獻給嫲嫲，讓人們知道她曾經存在過，也讓我能和她有一個刻意製造的回憶。

願這個酥餅成為我和嫲嫲曾經一起存在過的證據。