Day
NightI've called my creed.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Beauty! Joy! Happiness...!
This is the truncated view from our balcony.
Day
Night
I've called my creed.
Day NightI've called my creed.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Jackie Chan Super Star
Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time before Jackie Chan, famous actor/singer/stunt man/martial artist/performer/etc., dipped his thumb into yet another pie: restauranteur.
On a side street in Itaewon, Seoul, the charming neighborhood bistro of Jackie's Kitchen invites people to come in and dine on exquisite Chinese cuisine.
And just in case the identity of Jackie is suspect (could it really be Jackie CHAN'S kitchen?), observe the menu:
Magnify one more time, just for fun.
Ahhhh, such a cuddly face.
On a side street in Itaewon, Seoul, the charming neighborhood bistro of Jackie's Kitchen invites people to come in and dine on exquisite Chinese cuisine.
And just in case the identity of Jackie is suspect (could it really be Jackie CHAN'S kitchen?), observe the menu:
Magnify one more time, just for fun.
Ahhhh, such a cuddly face.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Who is the King of Farts? Any takers?
I know who is the King of Farts. No, Joey, it's not you. Observe below:
Look closely at the writing. I will help you out.
We found this at E-Mart, Korea's Super Target. I wonder who proof reads these things.
Look closely at the writing. I will help you out.
We found this at E-Mart, Korea's Super Target. I wonder who proof reads these things.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Pot Bbang
I am back from my blogging hiatus with great news: I can now post pictures; I have many pictures to post.
One day, while walking through Seoul, Matt and I walked past one of the many street vendors. However, this particular vendor caught my eye with a rather strange delicatessen. Cut in the round, I saw the item featured below.
What do you suppose it is? I thought it was cheese, honestly. A cheesey wedge of delicious goodness with... beans on it. Well, no one ever accused Koreans of knowing how to use cheese. Europeans now, they know cheese.
Of course I had to investigate.
So I bought a wedge. It was strangely spongey and not at all cheesey.
This is me about to poke it:
You can't tell from the picture, but my finger entered that mound, submerged completely, and bounced back out without braking the surface. In short, its mass consisted of the same density as Homer Simpson's stomach.
Which means it was definitely not cheese.
I sniffed it. It smelled sweet and inviting, like cake. Indeed it was porous like cake also. It was bright yellow, wedge-shaped and shiny, and had beans on it: not like any cake I had ever seen before. Being in Korea, I suppose I should have been thankful it didn't have corn on it. However, that's a story for another time.
By this time I had pretty much figured out it was bread of some sort, with beans on it, a bean-bread if you will. I thought of my sister Cheryl. Hey, Cheryl, how've you bean? Haha!
There was nothing left but to taste it. Here's me about to take a bite:
My ear looks suspiciously pointed in this picture, but don't let that detract from my beautiful bean bread. The beans were slightly fermented, I think, but no matter.
Korea is full of delightful little treats to be found on every street, around every corner. There is even a van with a chicken rotisserie installed in the trunk. This van parks on a corner near our appartment. Sometimes he is not there, and I am sad. He has become an integral part of my neighborhood. I don't have a picture of him yet, but if he is there tomorrow I will get a picture and post it up on the blog for all of you to see and enjoy.
P.S. pot in Korean means "bean" and bbang means bread. Hence the Pot Bbang. I need to upload a Korean font to my blog font selection; if anyone happens to know how that is done, I would appreciate the info.
One day, while walking through Seoul, Matt and I walked past one of the many street vendors. However, this particular vendor caught my eye with a rather strange delicatessen. Cut in the round, I saw the item featured below.
What do you suppose it is? I thought it was cheese, honestly. A cheesey wedge of delicious goodness with... beans on it. Well, no one ever accused Koreans of knowing how to use cheese. Europeans now, they know cheese.
Of course I had to investigate.
So I bought a wedge. It was strangely spongey and not at all cheesey.
This is me about to poke it:
You can't tell from the picture, but my finger entered that mound, submerged completely, and bounced back out without braking the surface. In short, its mass consisted of the same density as Homer Simpson's stomach.
Which means it was definitely not cheese.
I sniffed it. It smelled sweet and inviting, like cake. Indeed it was porous like cake also. It was bright yellow, wedge-shaped and shiny, and had beans on it: not like any cake I had ever seen before. Being in Korea, I suppose I should have been thankful it didn't have corn on it. However, that's a story for another time.
By this time I had pretty much figured out it was bread of some sort, with beans on it, a bean-bread if you will. I thought of my sister Cheryl. Hey, Cheryl, how've you bean? Haha!
There was nothing left but to taste it. Here's me about to take a bite:
My ear looks suspiciously pointed in this picture, but don't let that detract from my beautiful bean bread. The beans were slightly fermented, I think, but no matter.
Korea is full of delightful little treats to be found on every street, around every corner. There is even a van with a chicken rotisserie installed in the trunk. This van parks on a corner near our appartment. Sometimes he is not there, and I am sad. He has become an integral part of my neighborhood. I don't have a picture of him yet, but if he is there tomorrow I will get a picture and post it up on the blog for all of you to see and enjoy.
P.S. pot in Korean means "bean" and bbang means bread. Hence the Pot Bbang. I need to upload a Korean font to my blog font selection; if anyone happens to know how that is done, I would appreciate the info.
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