The garlic went in before the oil was fully ready — I could tell by the hiss instead of a sputter. That half-second matters on the left burner, which runs hotter than the knob suggests. It softened fast, a little gold at the edges where I wanted pale, and I pulled the pan off heat to let it settle.

I'd picked up a bundle of wax beans at the Nguyen family stall — third from the right, the ones with handwritten signs — and a small bag of dried shrimp from Thanh Phong on Pacific. The beans were July-crisp, snapping clean when I bent one to test. I blanched them longer than usual because I wanted a soft give rather than that raw grassy resistance, then tossed them into the pan with the garlic and shrimp and a splash of rice vinegar.

The dried shrimp hit the residual heat and bloomed. A low, briny tide-smell that fills a small kitchen fast. I add them to everything in summer when I don't want to run the oven — they carry the depth a stock would bring without the hour.

The salt went in too late. I forgot it until I tasted, and by then the vinegar had already set the balance. So I added a few drops of fish sauce instead, and that changed the whole thing — rounded it out, pushed the shrimp forward, made the beans taste more like themselves. A better result than I'd planned, which is the most disorienting kind.

It was a small bowl for one. The aftertaste lingered: saline, faintly sour, a slow warmth that climbed from the shrimp. I thought of my grandmother adding dried seafood to things without measuring. She called it knowing your pantry. I'm still learning what mine knows.

The leftover beans are in the fridge. They'll go into eggs tomorrow if I haven't picked them cold out of the container first.

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