We stopped by Korea Garden after mass last night, and boy, have I missed their food. The last time we were here was a few months ago, before my brother left for China. Korean food will forever be my comfort food.
Bulgogi, chapchae, whatever that beef stew’s called, whatever that spicy squid’s called. I could have downed the two tables’ worth of food last night if I loved myself even just a tad less than I still do. I gained two pounds from last night, and though that’s a surefire way to cue the depression and self-loathing, I’m feeling absolutely no regret.
We stopped by Korea Garden after mass last night, and boy, have I missed their food. The last time we were here was a few months ago, before my brother left for China. Korean food will forever be my comfort food.
Bulgogi, chapchae, whatever that beef stew’s called, whatever that spicy squid’s called. I could have downed the two tables’ worth of food last night if I loved myself even just a tad less than I still do. I gained two pounds from last night, and though that’s a surefire way to cue the depression and self-loathing, I’m feeling absolutely no regret.