I don’t believe in soulmates. Or, love at first sight. I don’t believe in swooning or spooning, excessive employment of the words “love” or “need” or “passion.” I believe in hard work. I believe in discipline, even in love—especially, in love. I believe in being on time, picking up the tab, sending flowers to someone whose mother is sick, being quiet and listening even when it’s your turn to talk. I believe that chance encounters only offer us a chance to be kind, because kindness is the most importantly underrated thing. I believe in forgiveness, in peeling back the skin and taking a real good look at the wounds resting beneath the surface, because it’s so goddamn critical to understand the pain of the earth. I believe in the way he held my hand last night when I had a nightmare until I fell back asleep, the way my poodle shakes her butt when I come home until I kiss her nose, I believe in the traffic lights that slip into my bedroom at 3 in the morning because they tell me, quite desperately, that the world is too large to be alone.
Believe it or a not, the above is a shortened version of my OkCupid profile–the same one that lured my now husband to message me and ask me out on a date. I made these yubuchobap while my husband was out running, because I figured with all the rice and the tofu, it’s sort of the perfect post-run meal. I suppose the fact that he scarfed them down in less than 3 minutes is proof that he enjoyed them!
November 1, 2020
November 1, 2020
Beautifully written and the food looks divine.
Looks delicious!!
Thank you James!