DOWNLOAD Free PDF The Korean Vegan Cookbook BY Joanne Lee Molinaro
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Slurping.
Cautious, but unapologetic.
My father sips a spoonful of the still-bubbling doenjang chigae from the worn ddukbaegi sitting not quite at the center of the table.
Dinner always begins with the “clink” of my father’s steel chopsticks against a small porcelain plate of banchan, maybe some pickled mung beans or a saddle of kimchi. My brother and I knock our spoons against the sides of our ceramic bowls, which are filled with pearly mounds of rice. My mother plucks a single mung bean from the same small plate my father started with, the silvery chimes of her chopsticks floating toward our low kitchen ceiling.
I can hear the patter of Hahlmuhnee’s* bare feet as she paces from the stove to the kitchen table and loads our bapsang with a basket of fresh kennip, chilies, and squash from the backyard garden, each a different shade of green, a plate bearing a whole roasted fish, and a pitcher of dark-amber, ice-cold corn tea. The worn, ellipse-shaped table we all sit around bears crayon
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