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Friday, June 11, 2010
Essay of Daily Life written by Bae Yong Joon & Two Traditional Cuisine Recipes 2010-06-09 15:31
“After all, mother’s breakfast is the best”
I opened my eyes much later than usual, but, I want to stay more time in bed. I feel hungry, but don’t have an appetite. When I have such a saggy day after work at late at night, I really want someone to forcefully wake me up and set a fresh ‘table’ with a delicate flavor spreading the entire room. I giggled about my useless imagination in bed. After all, it is the same result as usual. “I’m going to eat out today.”
I have a few dishes which I’m good at making, but I’m so used to eat out, so I often lose my appetite. No matter how good the quality of the restaurant is, it can’t be compared with those of the table which was filled with the love of families. Expectations of the fine dining and joyful surprise of the special taste have their own merit. But I think that the simple and humble house dishes might be the foundation of my energy like simple daily life has a big meaning. Most of my life should have been filled with simple dishes at home.
I hadn’t realized it when I was young. I only concentrated on my favorite dishes, and I wasn’t interested in how the food was made before it came to the table, and how the person went through to make it. Suddenly a yearning which has been long forgotten rushed in.
No matter how hard it was, and how difficult it was, usual worries and concerns disappeared like smog when we sit around the table with fresh foods. It gave us strength. When we covered our whole body with the blanket to express our anger, we were hearing, “Eat first, and go to sleep.” That was the love of mother telling us not to skip the meal. I remember that there was a mysterious power in the food.
“The power of food is the best.” I wasn’t even happy to hear that, because it sounded like only eating is the center of our lives, nothing else. But now I’ve been living alone more than ten years, I agreed with it. Shik Goo (食口), eat together; it is another name for family.
I left my house in my twenties, but i wanted my parents to live more comfortably. But I think I wasn't a good son because I couldn't give them little, simple bits of joy. So these days, I ask them for favors here and there every once in a while.
So now I make complaints about how I didn't get opportunities to do a lot, and my parents deliberately punish me and yell at me for saying these like that. Thankfully, it seems like my parents like that we now exchange banter and love.
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