Not wanting to drag my half-dead fanny out of my apartment but needing some kind of nourishment left me in a quandary. Although my Korean has probably been good enough to order food for myself for some time, I've resisted trying for fear of looking like an idiot. Today hunger and haziness trumped the potential embarrassment, so I ordered some 수제비, a kind of wheat "noodle" and egg soup that is good for me when I'm sick. It came in about 15 minutes and it was delicious. Go Diana Korean skillz.
A little later, two of my co-workers came by my apartment to bring me 호박죽, a kind of pumpkin rice porridge from a fancy traditional Korean restaurant. It was amazing. How wonderfully sweet of them. As I was already full from lunch, I will even have some leftover for tomorrow. I would have eaten it for dinner, but Min Gi came over to take care of me. And to make me food.
That's right. Now he cooks.
And, of course, I appreciate it, too. You have to understand that Korean culture is pretty set against men cooking as a general rule. They live with their moms who cook for them until they get married and then their wives do. Min Gi has taught himself quite a bit in the last two weeks (when he decided he wanted to learn how to cook). I am very impressed. I hereby grant him the Best Boyfriend Award.
It was so much fun, we've decided to cook for each other every week. Next week it's my turn. Hello burritos!
I'm still not well in body, but all this happy food and love has made me much better in spirit.