“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”
— Virginia Woolf
It’s very interesting that the last two daily thoughts have been something relating to my life at this time. The way this one relates is that tonight I took a one night cooking class. My first one ever!
Actually, it was more of a showing and eating class, but who would quibble with such a small thing?
The important thing was that it was an Asian cooking class with a Korean teacher. Right up my alley. Both J. and I have had an incredible hankering for Korean food, especially since it’s hard to find a Korean restaurant here or even in Munich.
So, I learned how to make kimbap (literally translated dried seaweed and rice) but most everyone else called it sushi. It’s actually the Korean version of sushi rolls (without the fish) and I like it better. I also learned how to cut the meat for bulgogi. Which is a Korean style of marinating sliced meat and then grilling it. We also learned how to roll spring rolls, but I don’t consider those Korean or plan on making them very often.
After she showed us those things and had a few people try out the techniques, we ate the same kinds of food we were making but most of it was stuff she had cooked previously. It was great and I stuffed myself to the gills.
The funny thing about these recipes that she give us and the stuff she showed us is that it was so easy. When I was in Korea I it just all seemed so hard and the recipes were so badly translated into English that I never cooked any of this stuff. Not to mention that it was so cheap to eat out, that I had no reason to cook any of the stuff.
Now I will try to cook some of this stuff and slake this need we have to eat all things Korean. For those of you who know what kind of cook I am, you know I’m going to need all the luck I can get.