I’m not really much of a fan of Korean food. Even though my parents are Korean and I grew up in a Korean-culture family, my preferred type of food has usually been any kind of food except for Korean.

Apart from 김치, Korean food is known for its boiling hot liquids to go along with rice.

There is where the problem lies – I hate hot liquids. I’m pretty sure I just have an overall relatively high body temperature and I emit a lot of heat, so I usually like eating cold things. One of my favorite snacks is ice cream, and my favorite drink is actually just fresh, filtered water at the freezing point. A majority of the items on a Korean menu comes with flusteringly hot soup that makes my body feel itchy from the inside, so I usually opt to get a dry meat-rice-vegetables dish instead.

Since moving to California and being away from my parents, there has been no reason for me to eat Korean food. There aren’t any Korean restaurants around where I live, and when I cook, I just buy raw meat and season it with a bit of salt, pepper, and Italian herbs, so I hadn’t had Korean food for a while.

If you saw my blog post from yesterday, you’ll see that I went to visit my aunt and uncle; while I was at their farm, we drove down to the main city area and stopped by a Korean restaurant.

Then, earlier today, I went to Los Angeles with one of my friends so she could meet up with her childhood best friend. There’s a lot more Asian food in Los Angeles than there is where I live, so we went to a Korean tofu house (I got some meat, vegetables, and rice, rather than the stew).