One of life’s simple joys is Korean family dinners. I have been to two in my life, and though the number is small, my memory of the experiences is anything but. The food never seems to stop coming, faces are always squished with the most delightful Asian smile, and hospitality in its truest form seems to dance around the room.
Recently Steph, Kiya and myself were invited to a friends of ours Grandfather’s birthday. This was Kiya’s 1st of many experiences with Miso and the like, and of course she was a hit as well.
all the pretty things we never see.