“Hello, I am sorry but we only serve dumplings” he said apologetically.
My big life lesson of the night came in the form of a steaming sweet potato.
A simple dish, examined closely and elevated in vividness and intensity, one hundred times a day, six times a week.
Koreans live on a peninsula that is called “the shrimp between two whales.” Korea is called the shrimp because a majority of the small peninsula’s history has been spent thwarting Chinese and Japanese aggression. This situation has ensured that Koreans are a scrappy bunch, something reflected in the Korean proverb “iyeolchiyeol” (이열치열) or “fight fire…
I felt the volcano rumble and I looked up to see the giant face of the supreme leader himself peeking down at me. He smacked his big, murderous lips and stuck his chopsticks into the chilled broth.
I stopped at an ancient stone tablet and began to feel a warm glow envelop me.