Just can't cook Korean food. My mom's cooking was fucking awesome but didn't realize until I moved to Korea and ate mid Korean food. Moved back home, but now she has early dementia and doesn't cook.
Koreans say western food's flavor comes with time, Chinese with fire, Japanese with the knife and Korean is from the hand. I guess my hands just don't have it.
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Dude you're going to make me go fucking Jim Steffel mode. Was an outside sales rep for Southern lumber which was a place in Charleston South Carolina that used to do custom trim and tell us whatever for various construction projects.
Today a lumber yard and they had the Christmas room that my dad used to go to I would have all these like off cuts and like Windows and doors and stuff that had gotten this measured or whatever but you go in there and buy Craftsman level stuff.
However, Jim fought in the Korean War as did my grandfather and he never talked about it. But Jim was one of the greatest men I've ever known in my entire life. I was doing a goddamn Marina project, came into my office trailer, and he held up again black film canister, if you know how cameras used to be you know what the hell I'm talking about, and he shook it at me.
I said Jim what the hell is that. He about the contents and it was literally the soul piece of steel. I was like what the hell. I guess when he was overseas they were clearing bodies and some Korean fuck play possum and stabbed him and the tip of his bayonet broke off in his arm. Jim grabbed his fucking 1911 and shot that fucking in the head. And he was like every time we were doing like body counts on pushing a hill, he said he gathers stabbed every corpse City or in a cross or put a fucking bullet in them.
He was one of the greatest men that I've ever known, deacon at the Catholic Church, I don't know how many different Church related functions that we always went to but when he died from cancer, for hundreds of people there for the funeral. And I always loved when he would just show up to my job site and hang out. He loved Greek food and I used to take him out and get gyros like I don't know once a month.
He was a great man, and the world is a shittier place with him not being here.
The point being is this one of the men that taught me about construction when I was younger murdered Koreans, and despite the fact that I'm friends with some of them Jim taught me the true way and you need always be careful.