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Corn & Pork Rib Soup: A Peek into Auntie’s Kitchen

  • Writer: Jiumei Jiang
    Jiumei Jiang
  • Mar 11, 2025
  • 3 min read

I’ve shared my grandmother’s recipes, I’ve shared my mother’s. Now, it’s time to introduce a dish from the third most important woman in my life—my aunt.

my grandma, auntie (left), and mom (right) from 40 years ago
my grandma, auntie (left), and mom (right) from 40 years ago

Growing up, weekends were a rotation of meals at our home, my grandma’s home, and my aunt’s home. At my grandma’s, we’d have steaming bowls of rice noodles; at our place, hundreds of different new dishes my mom has just learnt from the internet; and at my aunt’s? The unmistakable, lingering sweetness of the corn & pork rib soup.

 

Her soup is always so good that by the time the lid came off, the entire house smelled like comfort itself. She would simmer it from morning till night, letting the ribs soften, the corn release its natural sweetness, and the broth turn milky and rich.

 




I have photos of my mom’s and grandma’s cooking, but I couldn’t find a single picture of my aunt’s dishes that would be presentable enough for this blog—which, to be fair, has never been known for its good photography. I think that says it all. (Auntie, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry.)
I have photos of my mom’s and grandma’s cooking, but I couldn’t find a single picture of my aunt’s dishes that would be presentable enough for this blog—which, to be fair, has never been known for its good photography. I think that says it all. (Auntie, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry.)

Compared to my restaurant-running grandmother and my culinary expert mother, my aunt has never been much of a cook. In fact, my cousin once told me she thinks her mom’s cooking is worse than cafeteria food—a thought I can’t even begin to process, considering my mom’s cooking is nothing short of perfect. But somehow, this one dish? She nails it. And that’s the best proof of how simple it is.


Now, I know what you’re thinking—this blog is all about 30-minute meals, and an 8-hour simmer is absolutely NOT happening in my student kitchen. But here’s the best discovery: it doesn’t matter how long you cook it—30 minutes, 5 hours, or simply wait until the water comes to a boil—it’s still delicious. 

 

 


Ingredients You’ll Need (Serves 2)

200g pork ribs

1 corn

cooking wine

saltsugar

(yes, just that simple)


Step-by-Step Cooking Guide

Prepare

  1. Cut the pork ribs into chunks and slice the corn into rounds, if they aren’t already pre-cut (not in my case)

  2. Fill a pot with cold water and add the pork ribs and 1 tbsp cooking wine, bring it to a rolling boil to remove excess blood, then drain and rinse the ribs under warm running water

Start Simmering

  1. In a new pot of boiling water, add the blanched ribs, 1 tbsp sugar, and proper amount of salt

  1. Bring to a boil, then add the corn rounds and cover the pot with a lid, reduce heat to low and simmer

Time Management

  1. As mentioned earlier, in theory, you only need to boil it for about ten minutes to ensure all the ingredients are fully cooked, and it’ll already be delicious and simple. However, if you have the time and aren’t in a rush to eat, I recommend leaving the pot on the stove to simmer while you go do some homework. Let the aroma of the corn grow richer and more enticing over time, just like it did for me when I was a child, making your mouth water and stomach growl with hunger. When you can’t take it anymore and finally sit down to eat, the flavours will be even more incredible.

    (Of course, safety first: make sure to keep an eye on the stove!)


Final Thoughts

Making this soup reminded me of something I hadn’t thought about in a long time—just how much I miss my aunt. She’s the one who talks to me like an equal instead of a kid, and she was the only elder who saw my belly piercing and gasped in admiration instead of horror. We can chat for hours about anything, my mom always says it's because she, like me, is naïve and never truly grew up. But I prefer to think that we simply share the same wild imagination.

 

I love her for that.


And every time I make this soup, it feels like I’m sitting in her kitchen again, watching her lift the lid, letting that warm, corn-sweetened steam fill the air. So here’s to my aunt, and here’s to soups that bring us home, no matter how far we are.


auntie sends her smug face knowing I'm writing about her
auntie sends her smug face knowing I'm writing about her

 
 
 

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