take me to the border:
I realized today that I don't know the ingredients of 75% of the things that I eat.(The other 25% involves chocolate milk and cherry ice cream-safe) My life in Korea seems to be marked by some serious trial and error. I've gotten brave and began to eat at the ominous-looking street vendors called, P'ojangmacha (see pic). These dimly-lit tents where old women (ajjumas) prepare food bare-handed (appreciate every gloved food worker henceforth). Everyone triple and quadruple-dips in the soy sauce-not big on hygiene here. it's our equivalent to fast food. Mainly for the cheap eats, huge meal is less than $1.50. I'm not a fan of McDonald's but on the rare occasion that I'm craving Western food, it wipes me of at least $7. I eat various fried things of which i know the name, just not the make...some which i suspect to involve some sea life. i stray away from what i suspect to be tongue and intestine-involving food, but quite frankly i just dont know what i eat. but its cheap, and whatever it is, has grown to hit the Taco-bell-shaped-hole spot.

The sad thing is more than anything I miss good sushi. Not just any old sushi, but that made by my good Japanese friend Tom, at the Boonsboro Kroger grocery store in Lynchburg, Virginia. "Sushi from a grocery store in central Virginia?" you say. Touche, its amazing. If anyone can find a way to overnight me some, I'd take two spicy combo platters. Till then its gimbap, dokbooki, and this unnamed community soup i've joined the ranks with. Cheers to Korea.