Korean

How a Real Woman Eats

November 22, 2011 eating out

I think I have a cure to L.A. traffic. Four foreign words: 포장마차 pronounced “pojang macha.” Pojang machas are these street stalls set up like big tents that weave the hustle-bustle streets in Korean cities. You can’t miss it, especially when the weather is cold and you get baited into the tent by the puff [...]

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A Day Trip at Koreatown

November 21, 2011 eating out

It seems like I’m going to have company every weekend. This weekend, my buddy Joanna drove up from her temporary residence at San Diego to hang out with me again. She slept over Saturday and left Sunday afternoon after church service. Joanna is what we call “chosunjok” in Korean (조선족), or “chaoxianzhu” in Mandarin (朝鲜族). [...]

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Mother’s Stir-Fried Anchovies

October 31, 2011 family

I love my parents for being able to find joy and peace even in something as sad as death. They returned from my grandfather’s funeral in Korea last Friday, fatigued from double jet-lag but thankful for all the silver linings. Like all families, my mother’s family has their fair share of dramas and feuds. But [...]

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What’s that stink?

October 12, 2011 eating out

I once made the faux pas of telling someone that I think Mexican food is messy-looking on a plate. “It’s just goops and dumps and sludges,” I said oh-so-articulately. The person whom I said this to looked at me with an expression that snapped, “Yo mama! As if Korean food is any better-looking!” Oops. I [...]

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Huff and Puff Fish

October 5, 2011 blog meet-up

There is an episode on “Mad Men” when the news of Marilyn Monroe’s death stunned the world. I could understand why it would make the front page news, and why all the publications would want to sensationalize it. What I couldn’t understand was the level of trauma ordinary people experienced from the incident. On that [...]

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Korean Egg Toast

September 29, 2011 My story

I think it was because I read too many British books, but I loved sandwiches as a child. Freaking loved them. Not just because they tasted good, but because they are…well, they’re sandwiches. They’re so…tea party British-like! I got mad when my mother refused to cut the dark crusts out into a perfect white triangular [...]

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