Today could have gone horribly ( Read more... )

I raged against beef stew as a child. I forget why. Probably because my parents couldn't accept that I didn't like it, so beef stew nights became a test to see how many bites of stew parental pressure could induce me to take. I ate a lot of buttered bread (they always bought lovely bread with which to mop the dregs of the stew) and glared a lot, as ( Read more... )

I like 떡 (deok/dok/duk/ddeok/ddok/dduk), so-called "rice cake" that resembles cake only by a huge stretch of the imagination and involves rice as flour - thus confusing people greatly as to what it might be like. It is shaped into finger-sized cylinders that are sticky/chewy/floppy and has no taste on its own. Which is why I like it...as an ( Read more... )

( This weekend's Seoul trip... )

Koreans eat with a combination of chopsticks and spoons. I've made a habit of watching carefully to see what techniques people use for eating different foods - do they just use chopsticks? Just spoons? A combination of the two? Are they interchangable? And I discovered that most of the Koreans I am acquainted with do not use chopsticks the way that ( Read more... )

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