Lunch Boxes, Anyang, S.Korea, 1995

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I had very unimpressive junior high school years. Nothing was particularly fun and I probably read the least amount of books for fun during those three years in my life. Pressure started to set in to study for tests, to enter good high school, and eventually good college.

Yet, there still was a fun part. It was during my sophomore year I had such a good time eating lunch with my best friends before lunch time, and again, during lunch time. Teenagers are always hungry. Supposedly we were growing, I guess. Nowadays, school cafeteria is a norm, but we didn’t have cafeteria back then and we were supposed to bring our own lunch boxes everyday. When we came to school, early in the morning, we would open our lunch boxes together. Mmm…we sipped the smell of still warm and steamy delicious lunch, saw what each of us brought for lunch, had a bite or two, or three, and put them away for later. (Otherwise, we would have been very sad during the actual lunch time.)

It was so much fun because everyone brought different food and we all shared. Traditionally, Korean meal consists of rice, soup, and side dishes (called banchan). Since packing soup is trickier, and it alsomakes lunch box heavier, in addition to already heavy book bag we carried around on our shoulders, a lot of kids skipped soup. So a kid would bring 1-3 kinds of banchans, but with friends, you get to taste a lot more than what you bring. During lunch time, a group of friends would all gather and cram around one kid’s desk with all different food and containers, making the boring wooden desk all colorful. Since everyone has different family recipes and their “specialties,” sometimes you get to try something you have never tasted before. If you like your friend’s banchan so much, you can keep a tiny piece of it in your lunch box, bring it back home, then your mom or dad whoever cooks for you can figure out what that is and cook it later.

My all time favorite banchans were sliced egg omelet (you can put anything in the omelet, but my favorite always has been with dried seaweed – ah, so yum!) and mini hot dogs with ketchup. My favorite banchans from my best friend’s lunch box was grilled spam and seaweed salad. I tried seaweed salad for the first time from my friend’s lunch box, and I did bring a piece back home. Since then, my mom made seaweed salad whenever I wanted!

During winter, a lot of students carry thermo-lunch boxes that keep food warm for a few hours. So when you open your lunch box in the afternoon, rice that was packed in that morning would be still steamy and banchans still warm. So good to eat warm food on cold winter days! During summer, usually lunch boxes get lighter, as kids don’t care so much of cooled off rice and banchans. Kids bring all different kinds of lunch boxes, all cleverly designed to accommodate right amount of food, several banchans not to get mixed up, along with chopsticks or spoon/fork combo! Some kids would bring a separate container with fruits for dessert, which we always shared.

Since moving to New York, I got used to eating alone, especially lunch. Everyone is busy, everyone has a different schedule, and everyone wants to do something different during lunch time other than chatting and sharing food. It’s nothing to be sad about and I never mind it. It actually makes occasional gatherings to have meal together extra special. Yet, thinking of those old time in junior high school lunch time does make me think of the time when sharing food and stories with friends on a regular basis was such a norm and a part of everyday life.

 

 

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Breakfast in Tokyo, 2010

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Now I can take a convenient non-stop flight between New York and Seoul, but in early 2000s, when I lived in midwest, all my planes to and from Korea had an overlay in Japan. After ten plus something hours of being cramped in a narrow seat from USA to Japan, I would sit at the transfer gate totally exhausted, thinking of home that I would get to in couple hours. I had never gone outside of the airport (except one time the airline overbooked the flight and I stayed at the nearby hotel until the next flight) to explore the city. Then in 2010, my close friend from college who had moved to Tokyo invited me to stay over, and I stopped by for a week on my way home to Korea.
I ate a lot of delicious food during my stay in Japan, but what I remember the most is the breakfast my friend cooked every morning. She had recently moved to the apartment at that time, so didn’t have any table to sit around. We would sit on the floor with food and eat together. Every morning, she made hearty meal for our breakfast. Even for someone who loves cooking, making breakfast every day for someone else is a lot of work especially when it involves more than pouring cereal and milk in a bowl. She always included small side dishes of pickled veggies, lots of salad with fresh lettuce, and big omelet style eggs, which were all delicious. On top of that, there was a main dish – one day it was perfectly simmered chicken to go on top of rice, another day it was grilled fish, another day it was tiny pancakes with tuna, crab, and veggies. While my friend was cooking, I stayed in bed and got up only when the breakfast was ready. It definitely was the luxury not many grownups get to enjoy, and it still remains as my favorite memory in Japan, thanks to my friend’s heartfelt hospitality.

Breakfast in Selcuk, 2002

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The town was very quiet and peaceful. The room was…so bare. Bed was very small and wobbly  and the mattress so thin. There was a curtain instead of a door for the bathroom. We were about to feel a little bit sorry for ourselves, but then when we walked out of the house to look around the town, there was a sudden wave of fragrance. It was from jasmine flowers that were abundantly covering the gate arch. The smell was so divine, air so sweet, all of a sudden, it almost felt surreal. (There were a lot of surreal moments afterwards while traveling in Turkey.) And this was the moment the trip in Turkey really started becoming memorable.

Next morning, breakfast was set out in the garden. Our old host was very proud of the set up, and he had all the right to be. It was gracious. Sliced tomatoes and cucumbers were so fresh, white cheese was just rightly salty, soft bread with butter and jam melted in the mouth. Boiled eggs were delicious. On top of that, sweet jasmine fragrance and fresh air just made everything so heavenly. This was now so long ago, I don’t remember if we ate with the host’s family or if there were olives on the table (which feels to be the probability) or if we drank coffee or tea or both, but this sensation of eating such fresh breakfast out in the garden surrounded by flowers is forever  ingrained in my brain as one of the perfect moments that I had in Turkey.

Breakfast in Istanbul, 2002

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Fall 2002, My sister and I went traveling in Turkey, not quite having anything planned out.  Only thing we reserved other than a plane ticket was the guest house which seemed to be the only guest house run by a Korean owner. There were many guest houses run by Koreans all over Europe, but at that time, Turkey wasn’t yet a popular destination for traveling for Koreans. We naively expected to get all the information needed to travel in Turkey in that guest house, which turned out to be just a plain house, that must have lived in, not really a lodging facility. It was a house with a room and a bathroom, in a total residential area, and the owner dropped us off there with a key and left. Though not dirty, we could tell the bedding hadn’t been changed or the room was cleaned since the last guests left (we knew this because the last guests hadn’t yet left).

After spending a nervous night in the so-called guest house, not having anyone around to ask about anything, we came out for breakfast in the morning. The house was located far from the downtown, but there was quite a busy street with stores. My sister and I walked into this small store that seemed to be a bakery. The store was very crowded and we figured the food there must have been good. But because it wasn’t located in the touristic area, the waiter spoke no English (needless to say we spoke no Turkish) and the menu was in Turkish without any pictures! So we just pointed any two dishes, not having a slightest clue of what they were.

When the food came out – it was DIVINE. So delicious. I wonder if the waiter had kindly brought out popular dishes, instead of what we actually ordered, since it was so obvious we had no idea what we were ordering. I believe what we ate at that time was peynirli börek (pastry consisting of several thin layers of dough with cheese filling) and kıymalı börek (same with minced meat filling). I only remembered the food itself, not the name (not that I actually knew the name), but based upon the Internet search from five minutes ago, these seem to be correct. Actually at that time, we were sad  we wouldn’t be able to order this delicious food again since we didn’t even know the name of the food.

Anyway, this delicious mouthwatering breakfast certainly brightened our mood and cheered us up completely. It gave us a nice anticipation that wherever we would go, no matter how many obstacles we might face, there would be at least delicious food. And it was true.

Breakfast with Mama, 2016

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Things didn’t go quite as I had planned, but I stuck to my original schedule and went to Korea. I arrived on Monday evening, and three weeks later, I left on Sunday morning. It was the most relaxing and happy time I had in a very long time. Partly because I was under a lot of stress, it really comforted me to be with my family who loved me unconditionally and it cheered me greatly to reunite with friends who were always there for me. It was the priceless trip during which I rested thoroughly and this would support me throughout my life as some of the previous trips had.

Most of all, having breakfast each morning with my mom sitting at the kitchen table was my favorite time. Most of days, our breakfast was consisted with a homemade toast (mighty bread machine), a perfectly boiled egg (mom had her system), butter and homemade fig jam, couple of fresh strawberries, and a cup of instant coffee. The simplest, the heartiest, the most delicious. Having this delicious breakfast with mom while the sunshine sipped through the window was the food for my body and soul that I would never forget.