Post by North Korea on Jul 11, 2011 17:47:10 GMT -5
As far as Sang Kyu was concerned, there was one, single advantage to being invited to live in a giant house with all his enemies for several weeks:
The food was free.
Once he'd taken his luggage up to his room, unpacked, organized, and hid all the things no one else was supposed to see, he hit the kitchen. He'd brought a few food ingredients with him, including canned kimchi, but he didn't want to have to dig into it just yet. Hopefully, since this was basically the equivalent of an international house, there would be stuff in the kitchen that wasn't American. Despite the fact that the juche ideal was constantly broken in his country by accepting foreign aid from America, he had always boycotted the stuff. Food was food...unless it was American, and he wasn't about to let himself eat any of it just because he happened to be in the country where it came from.
He slid in quietly, like a child sneaking into the kitchen late at night in search of cookies or candy. He had a lot of exploring to do. There was a large refrigerator and countless drawers and cabinets, as well as a pantry. However, the fridge called to him louder than anything else, and a moment later he'd popped the door open and was staring in amazement at the variety of delectable goodies before him. There was food from all over the world, practically! China would have had a field day cooking with all the stuff just in the fridge alone! Oh, how he wished China was here now. He missed his cooking a lot.
He glanced down in the meat drawer and a package of fish caught his eye. Instantly snatching it up, he looked it over. It had been a long time since he'd had a good hardy meal with fish in it. The gears in his mind were already spinning. What would he need for saeng sun jim? He was listing off the ingredients in his head as he remembered them...onions, radishes, red pepper, sesame oil...
Before he could do anything though, he would need something to cook it in. Shutting the meat drawer, followed by the fridge, he set the package of fish meat down on the counter and dug through one of the lower cabinets for a pot. When he found one, he started looking through the cabinets for other ingredients. Soon enough he'd gathered vegetable oil, sesame oil, rice wine, garlic, soy sauce, and crushed red pepper. Back to the fridge, and he dug around until he'd located an onion, a red pepper, and what he thought was ginger, though he couldn't really tell since it looked like some North American variety. There were a few ingredients he couldn't find, but he was fine with leaving them out. Soon enough, he was cutting up peppers and onions and combining everything in one big pot.
The food was free.
Once he'd taken his luggage up to his room, unpacked, organized, and hid all the things no one else was supposed to see, he hit the kitchen. He'd brought a few food ingredients with him, including canned kimchi, but he didn't want to have to dig into it just yet. Hopefully, since this was basically the equivalent of an international house, there would be stuff in the kitchen that wasn't American. Despite the fact that the juche ideal was constantly broken in his country by accepting foreign aid from America, he had always boycotted the stuff. Food was food...unless it was American, and he wasn't about to let himself eat any of it just because he happened to be in the country where it came from.
He slid in quietly, like a child sneaking into the kitchen late at night in search of cookies or candy. He had a lot of exploring to do. There was a large refrigerator and countless drawers and cabinets, as well as a pantry. However, the fridge called to him louder than anything else, and a moment later he'd popped the door open and was staring in amazement at the variety of delectable goodies before him. There was food from all over the world, practically! China would have had a field day cooking with all the stuff just in the fridge alone! Oh, how he wished China was here now. He missed his cooking a lot.
He glanced down in the meat drawer and a package of fish caught his eye. Instantly snatching it up, he looked it over. It had been a long time since he'd had a good hardy meal with fish in it. The gears in his mind were already spinning. What would he need for saeng sun jim? He was listing off the ingredients in his head as he remembered them...onions, radishes, red pepper, sesame oil...
Before he could do anything though, he would need something to cook it in. Shutting the meat drawer, followed by the fridge, he set the package of fish meat down on the counter and dug through one of the lower cabinets for a pot. When he found one, he started looking through the cabinets for other ingredients. Soon enough he'd gathered vegetable oil, sesame oil, rice wine, garlic, soy sauce, and crushed red pepper. Back to the fridge, and he dug around until he'd located an onion, a red pepper, and what he thought was ginger, though he couldn't really tell since it looked like some North American variety. There were a few ingredients he couldn't find, but he was fine with leaving them out. Soon enough, he was cutting up peppers and onions and combining everything in one big pot.