Craving Korean

You'd think I was a crazy pregnant lady. Yesterday I went to lunch with my sister and gazed longingly at the THREE Korean restaurants on the other block. I didn't say anything since I know most people don't need ceramic bowls of tofu and kimchi boiling away in a firey broth. Luckily there was nothing in the fridge today so we just had to meet Bri in town for lunch. He was excited to try the squid, which was great, and Eli looks forward to munching on the seaweed that is served as one of the many side dishes. Those Koreans sure know what they're doing. The food is so healthy and full of variety. Salty, sweet, sour, spicy, crunchy, chewy, smooth.

Bri has happily adapted too. I introduced him to imported stinky cheeses and he loves them. Appenzeller, Gruyere, Brie, Gorgonzola, and more I can't recall at the moment, all pretty standard, but he even liked the stuff my dad subjected him to in Switzerland. All different kinds, the funkier the better. When we were apart this weekend and called to catch up, the main conversations started "Guess what I ate today..." Lebanese... Duck and black mushroom ragu over buckwheat polenta... sea urchin sushi. We must be soul mates.