Contrary to popular belief, it was actually Korean food that got me deep into k-culture. I tasted it once after seeing someone eat so passionately. It was love at first bite! I knew I had to have it forever. So I willingly lost myself in the world of kimchi and gochujang.
In Manila, I took cooking classes to better understand its preparation. I self studied Hangeul to be able to read ingredients (I did attend language classes in Waterloo later on). I also joined a culture club in the hope of knowing the various roles of food in Korean gatherings and events.
I guess you can say good food has power to bring people in. That’s exactly what I love about it. Now excuse me while I munch on some kimchi fried rice, this long post got me hungry!