7. Rice

I’m sitting at the kitchen table, listening to Korean TV, sipping on some Korean OB Blue, drinking some shi kae, remembering my bokun bab breakfast.

I feel in my guts the Korean blood that was pumped into my body the moment I had my first life-meal, when umma fed me my first real Korean meal.
This was 4 years of my birth and stay in Korea.

How, with 4 short years I can barely remember, has it stayed in me? Withstanding purges, cleansing, dilution, age?

Food, I must say, is a long-lasting mystery.

Shi kae…..ahhhhh.
I am on cloud nine.