Every once and a while, my mother follows one of my recipes. Actually, "follows" is too exacting a word for what goes on. Let's just say, every once and a while, my mother decides to cook something of mine she's seen in the New York Times.
When she was 15, all Azalina Eusope wanted to do was leave Malaysia. "I did not want to be a fifth generation of street vendor," she says. After working in six different countries, she ended up in San Francisco, where making and selling Malaysian street food reconnected Eusope with her past.