Good morning my friends in the USA! Weird how my Monday is ending and yours is just beginning.
I love and miss all of you.
And I'm pretty sure I really did just eat an entire small chicken.
You see, here in Korea I don't have the luxury to really know what I'm eating. But its been a rule of mine that if it tastes good, I'll eat it.
Last week we had some fried chicken as one of our 'side dishes' for school lunch. I was glad to recognize this food. But that was before I realized all our utensils included was a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. I froze. I tried to nonchalantly glance around the room to see what everyone else was doing. I was shocked.
They were eating fried chicken with chopsticks.
How this is done, better yet, how I figured out how to do this, is still a mystery. But I do know I ate that chicken and I ate it proudly.
(also today I'm pretty sure we had some kind of heart. i took a bite-nothing special-and then i took a closer look at this meat creation. there were definite arteries. that ended my consumption of that dish)
I have had my eye on this one particular restaurant for awhile now. It has big colorful photos of food when you walk past it so I knew I'd be able to point proudly. And maybe the chicken in the pictures look strangely familiar to Americanized seasame chicken from the local buck-a-scoop (I miss the buck-a-scoop. And you, Jordan). So secretly I was hoping it would taste the same, too.
I worked late (boo) so I decided just to head over there on my way home. The restaurant was empty and the couple who owned it jumped to my request. I pointed to the one I wanted. I waited with eager hunger for my meal.
The best part of getting my food to-go is that I spend the whole walk home wondering what exactly I will be eating. I usually have an idea, but things never turn out the way you think. I questioned my decision.
That all stopped when I took my first bite. It was delish.
I continued to eat my way through the box. I felt like Darren at Applebees half price appetizers (he is really the only person I know who prefers eating chicken wings with the bones...crazy. Also, click on his name and go read his blog. Sometimes he's funny. And I want him to stop complaining about how no one reads it). I brutally destroyed this chicken.
(how much do we LOVE pictures of me eating?!)
In the end, I regret my decision. Too much too soon.
And that, my friends, is my story.
I love and miss all of you.
And I'm pretty sure I really did just eat an entire small chicken.
You see, here in Korea I don't have the luxury to really know what I'm eating. But its been a rule of mine that if it tastes good, I'll eat it.
Last week we had some fried chicken as one of our 'side dishes' for school lunch. I was glad to recognize this food. But that was before I realized all our utensils included was a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. I froze. I tried to nonchalantly glance around the room to see what everyone else was doing. I was shocked.
They were eating fried chicken with chopsticks.
How this is done, better yet, how I figured out how to do this, is still a mystery. But I do know I ate that chicken and I ate it proudly.
(also today I'm pretty sure we had some kind of heart. i took a bite-nothing special-and then i took a closer look at this meat creation. there were definite arteries. that ended my consumption of that dish)
I have had my eye on this one particular restaurant for awhile now. It has big colorful photos of food when you walk past it so I knew I'd be able to point proudly. And maybe the chicken in the pictures look strangely familiar to Americanized seasame chicken from the local buck-a-scoop (I miss the buck-a-scoop. And you, Jordan). So secretly I was hoping it would taste the same, too.
I worked late (boo) so I decided just to head over there on my way home. The restaurant was empty and the couple who owned it jumped to my request. I pointed to the one I wanted. I waited with eager hunger for my meal.
The best part of getting my food to-go is that I spend the whole walk home wondering what exactly I will be eating. I usually have an idea, but things never turn out the way you think. I questioned my decision.That all stopped when I took my first bite. It was delish.
I continued to eat my way through the box. I felt like Darren at Applebees half price appetizers (he is really the only person I know who prefers eating chicken wings with the bones...crazy. Also, click on his name and go read his blog. Sometimes he's funny. And I want him to stop complaining about how no one reads it). I brutally destroyed this chicken.
(how much do we LOVE pictures of me eating?!)In the end, I regret my decision. Too much too soon.
And that, my friends, is my story.
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