Week two hundred. Four years of writing. And I'm standing at the biggest crossroads of my life since the kitchen floor.
I told the kids. All three. Wednesday dinner, my house. I made pho — the twelve-hour version, because important conversations happen over important food — and I said: "There's a restaurant space on Washington Avenue. I'm thinking about it."
Tyler: "Do it." No hesitation. No questions about financing or risk or the failure rate of restaurants. Just: do it. The boy who rebuilt a Honda Accord from nothing believes his father can build a restaurant from a pop-up. His faith is either naive or prophetic. I'm betting on prophetic.
Emma: silent for thirty seconds. Then: "What's the kitchen like?" I told her. She asked about the hood system, the gas lines, the walk-in, the prep space. She asked about seating capacity, service flow, the distance from the kitchen to the dining room. She's sixteen and she's evaluating a restaurant space with the eye of someone who's staged in a professional kitchen. Then she said, "I want to be involved. Not just helping — involved. In the menu, the kitchen design, the service plan." I said, "You're sixteen." She said, "And?"
Lily: "Can I do the branding?" She pulled out her phone and showed me mockups she'd already made — logo designs for Bobby Tran BBQ, in three color options, with font choices and layout variations. She'd been designing these for months. She saw this coming before I did. My fourteen-year-old daughter has been designing restaurant logos in anticipation of a decision I haven't made.
I haven't made the decision. But my children are already living in the future where I have. They see the restaurant. They see the sign. They see what I've been building — the cooking, the competitions, the pop-ups — as a runway, and the restaurant as the takeoff.
Ma doesn't know yet. I'll tell her when I'm ready. When the decision is made, not when it's being made. Because Mai Tran will either support it completely or oppose it completely, and either way her response will weigh more than anyone else's.
Bill said, at Tuesday's meeting: "Big decisions don't need to be made fast. They need to be made sober." Sober. That's the only way I make decisions now. Clear-eyed, steady-handed, with the full weight of eleven years of showing up.
Two hundred weeks of writing. The story that started with a twelve-year-old girl signing me up for a food blog has led here: a man standing at a door, deciding whether to walk through.
The door is open. The fire is on the other side.
The pho I made that Wednesday took twelve hours because the conversation deserved twelve hours of intention behind it — that’s the only logic I can offer. When I can’t make the bones-and-broth version, when life is moving fast and the decision is already pressing at the door, this Turkey-Sweet Potato Soup is what I reach for: it’s slow in spirit even when it isn’t slow in time, and it fills a table the same way. Something warm, something with depth, something that says sit down, we’re talking — that’s what this is.
Turkey-Sweet Potato Soup
Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 40 min | Total Time: 1 hr | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 1 lb ground turkey
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 2 medium sweet potatoes, peeled and cut into 3/4-inch cubes
- 2 medium carrots, sliced into coins
- 2 stalks celery, chopped
- 1 can (14.5 oz) diced tomatoes, undrained
- 4 cups low-sodium chicken broth
- 1 cup water
- 1 teaspoon smoked paprika
- 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
- 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
- 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more to taste
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 2 cups baby spinach or chopped kale (optional, stirred in at the end)
Instructions
- Brown the turkey. Heat olive oil in a large Dutch oven or heavy-bottomed pot over medium-high heat. Add the ground turkey and cook, breaking it up with a wooden spoon, until no longer pink, about 6–8 minutes. Drain any excess fat if needed.
- Build the base. Add the onion and celery to the pot and cook over medium heat until softened, about 4 minutes. Stir in the garlic, smoked paprika, cumin, and thyme; cook 1 minute more until fragrant.
- Add the vegetables and liquid. Add the sweet potatoes, carrots, diced tomatoes (with their juices), chicken broth, and water. Stir to combine. Season with salt and pepper.
- Simmer. Bring to a boil over high heat, then reduce to a steady simmer. Cook uncovered for 25–30 minutes, until the sweet potatoes are fork-tender and the broth has deepened in color and flavor.
- Finish and adjust. If using spinach or kale, stir it in during the last 2 minutes of cooking. Taste and adjust salt and pepper. Ladle into bowls and serve with crusty bread or rice.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 280 | Protein: 22g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 28g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 480mg
About the cook who shared this
Bobby Tran
Week 200 of Bobby’s 30-year story
· Houston, Texas
Bobby Tran was born in a refugee camp in Arkansas to parents who fled Saigon with nothing. He grew up in Houston straddling two worlds — Vietnamese at home, Texan everywhere else — and learned to cook from his mother's pho and a neighbor's BBQ smoker. He's a former shrimper, a recovering alcoholic, a divorced dad of three, and the guy who marinates brisket in fish sauce and lemongrass because he doesn't believe in borders, especially when it comes to flavor.