Those are words I thought I'd never say. I have never been a particularly picky eater. I find lots of foods I like and there are very few that I resoundingly refuse. This week I've found myself three days in a row, staring down some kimchi. It was by choice and it tasted good. My stomach isn't always happy about it but it tastes good.
One day I had chicken katsu and kimchi. The next was pork katsu and kimchi. One benefit of working at a Korean school is pork. I still get funny looks when I occasionally pass on rice. There's a saying in Indonesia that you haven't eaten if there wasn't any rice.
Both days I had what we call Kimchi pizza. It's not kimchi on a pizza. It's kimchi that has had a little flour added and is fried flat like a pancake. It's really yummy. I think I'll have another one today.
Today one of the parents brought in kimchi mandoo. It's a dumpling filled with kimchi, noodles and tofu. Not too spicy but nice. It was served with a strange "drink". It was bright pink with slices of white radish, garlic and onion floating in it. It tasted much better than it sounds.
I might wash it all down with the grape drink that has real, whole grapes floating about it in.
Or a Milkis which is like combining think yogurt with sprite.
I do like some Korean food, especially the barbequed pork. That said I'm glad I don't have to eat it every day.
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