Oh, hello there!
Didn’t hear you come in. I was just having a snack.
You hungry? Wanna Share?
No? Didn’t think so.
It’s just a little radish kimchi!
Radish, Garlic, Scallions, Red Pepper & Salt…that’s all. Or…is it?
I purchased a new-to-me kimchi at the Korean mart. I never saw the radish julienned like this before. The cashier insured me it was radish kimchi when I double checked — the container wasn’t labeled.
Good Molly, it was good.
Did. Me. Right.
Well into the night. <—Rhyme!
I was happily slurping away one evening…. (this may not have been after midnight….but it totally was. I’m a sick monkey aren’t I?)
I was sleepily snacking by the light of the fridge when I saw…something unusual.
Something white, slick, and bulbous. Membraney. <—new word.
My heart stood still, I must admit. I was like…”Uh-oh.”
An Unidentified Kimchi Object.
I pulled out the offensive looking “thing-I-hoped-was-not-head-or-eyeball.” Whatever it was, I was sure it was “of the sea.”
Then I shrugged … and kept eating. The kimchi. Not the UKO.
I write this is because I’m proud. I feel hard core. I wish I could have tried whatever it was, but…dude. No way. Not yet anyway.
In no way dissuaded, I returned to the Korean Mart to get kimchi ingredients (some people bake cookies for the holidays….) and to ask what was in the kimchi.
The answer? Oysters.
And yes, I got more. (I didn’t take those photos during an after midnight snack party for one. This was today). I pick out the two oysters and merrily continue in my kimchi bliss. I must dig the taste the oysters impart but I can’t bring myself to slurp raw, fermented oyster. Not yet anyway. Still….
Unrelated related note: I also picked up soy bean sprout mix.
Delicious. The soy “beans” are crunchy and the sprouts are noodley. They toss the sprouts with soy sauce, a little red pepper and a pinch of salt and sugar.
Yes, you heard right. Sugar. You see? I’m not as strict as some may think.
Anyways, my point is….I don’t have one.
1). I bought Kimchi.
2.) It had two oysters in it.
3.) I’m hard-core.
I need to work on my “hard-core” face.
- Got a bizarre food moment? Care to share?
- Not sorry I grossed you out. My ridiculous is my love.