Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts

1.18.2014

<In the City> The Spankin' New Year.

A huge part of the Korean, as well as many other Asian countries', culture is food. People always believed that in order to live a bountiful life of prosperity, happiness, good fortune, and well-being, one must eat well. Thus, a grandmother's steadfast encouragements for seconds and thirds should not be denied. 

After a month of hiatus and as my first post in the year 2014, I wanted to share my first gimjang (kimchi-making) experience from this past November. It would be no understatement to say that in many ways, kimchi exudes the essence of Korea and its people. 

Kimchi is an aquired taste, yet once acquired, this baby will haunt you if you move to an area with limited Korean market access. There are infinite types of kimchi, variant on regions all throughout Korea. Traditionally, gimjang occurred in early winter time so the fermentation and the long-term storage of kimchi could happen in earthenware jars buried underground. In pre-refrigerator era, the frosty winter months mothered those kimchi jars in a healthy, crisp state until full consumption. 


Gimjang is an uniquely grueling manual labor. From the multiple hand-washing of cabbages (or whichever main vegetable you will use as your main ingredient) to the tedious seasoning preparation to the final 'marination' process, gimjang kimchi is smothered with time, love, and immense back-pain.






My mother's family lives in a picturesque house right on the outskirts of northern Seoul. The visit reminded me once again how delightful the countryside was.




While this gimjang tradition continues today, it definitely has dwindled. This is quite unfortunate as the taste of freshly homemade kimchi is indelible.

<photos by me>

12.20.2013

<In the City> Introspection.

It is that time of the year when I halt mid-step, frozen, because I could feel the stirrings of disharmony.  

The feeling is not quite an eruption or a chaos or a turmoil. 
It is like roaming aimlessly until you come to realize that you are unsure of your whereabouts yet lack the proper methods to find your way home. 

You plant your feet on the ground, hoping that clicking your heels three times will bring answers to all your questions, take you back home, and tuck you under your covers, safe and sound.

The inevitable question of the holiday season: What have I done this year?

I immerse in this discomfiting question in a pleasurable way. What I have gained and lost, only I know in its entirety, and who is to say 'becoming better' has to be quantifiable?

Definitely not I.

Roam. Wonder. Dream. Repeat.


<photo by me>