Yesterday we went to the local Korean grocery market. I was on a quest for miso. I am deeply enamored of the ginger dressing frequently served at Japanese restaurants. I found a recipe years ago that perhaps may produce something reasonable, and finally decided to try it. Hence, the quest for miso.
The grocery was fantastic. All manner of things which were totally new to us, nary a spot of English to blemish most of the packaging. For a few brief moments I felt a tiny taste of what our trip to China may be like. It got my adrenaline going. And my adoption hormones.
As we were leaving (with the precious miso), we passed a man making some rice cakes, I'm guessing. He smiled at us and handed one to E. It was flat like a pancake and larger than the size of a dinner plate. It was crunchy with a hint of sweetness on one side. It was lovely.
Driving away I was reminded of the "homework". And I contemplated choosing something at random and trying to eat it. And then I felt a pang of sadness for our daughter. And then I decided that I just wanted her home already.
Posted by grrlTravels at February 5, 2005 10:21 PM