Saved by the Artist

I was into my second page of a rather deep subject (and maybe I’ll get to it soon) when I realized “this is gonna take a bit of work.” There’s no way I could’ve published a decent post of it if I’d gone ahead and finished before bed time. But I was getting ready to go ahead and not do the work justice anyway when I was saved.

Saved by the artist. And by “artist,” I mean my wife, and if you’ve read this blog over time, you might know that my wife can cook. And she truly is an artist about it. When she puts her head down and gets to it, her creations are simply incredible.

Tonight I had the kitchen for a bit — baking bread (which, so far, looks like it’s going to turn out very well). But that’s not dinner. The bread won’t be done until 7, which is fine because I won’t be eating it until tomorrow.

So we kicked around the idea of a salad, but I ended up falling back to my favorite lazy-man’s dinner — a bowl of cereal. But Micha pulls out one of her several magic books and says “I’m going to make something,” and she ends up making Kimchi-jeon. But this is Micha. Of course she can’t just make Kimchi-jeon. She hauls out spam, bulgogi meat, potatoes, onions, and who knows what else, and she gets to work.

Now, I’m not one to eat much past 6pm. And I know fried food’ll kill my night’s sleep. So I figured I was done with dinner and was settled in to watch one of my favorite Korean shows (6시 내고향) when she comes out of the kitchen with this…creation. It looked a bit like a small pizza — because she’d sprinkled cheese on it before she brought it out — and it tasted incredible. One bite and I knew (at her suggestion) that I needed to split a beer with her and finish it off.

And I did.

And I don’t regret it.