Today as I pulled into the parking lot of New Seoul Garden, I sang a little song to myself.
“…kalbi chim, oh kalbi chim – I will eat you, kalbi chim…”
I love kalbi chim and yooke jang and bibimbap. I like them even better than mashed potatoes when I’m feeling run down though I certainly don’t have to be sick to enjoy them.
Here is The Boy, sucking on the bones.
Ack! Cuteness!
I feel similarly stricken. Makes saying “no” a challenge sometimes.