So, I realize that this isn’t exactly a proud (or healthy) statement for many, but I really love emotional eating. Not the kind where you have a pint of ice cream melting away in your lap as ballads play in the background…no, I’m talking about the kind where you’ve been sick for 2 days and when you finally get your appetite back, the only thing that makes you feel better is food that reminds you of warm, happy times of the past. Ok, so maybe the ice cream scenario isn’t all that different, but this story ends with me feeling good about myself – not angry and fat.
I’ve spent the past 2 days in bed, getting up only to heat up some canned soup – which actually wasn’t that bad. In fact, warm soup was really the only thing that made my throat feel better. But 2 days of soup is boring, and so tonight, when I finally started to feel like I might be able to try some normal food, I knew I’d be ordering in from Kofoo, the tiny, hole-in-the-wall Korean place on 8th Avenue. Nothing would hit the spot better than some good, clean, tasty Korean food that could easily have been made from the hands of my mama.
One order of Bulgogi Kimbap is a hefty enough portion. You get 12 rolls: carrots, cucumber, daikon radish, egg, marinated beef (bulgogi) and sticky white rice, all tightly bound in a thin, shiny sheet of toasted gheem (aka nori/laver). Kimbap is great for people who like to get a little bit of everything in one bite…or people who are obsessed with making everything come out even…like me. You get neat, tasty little packages that so follow the rules of the nutrition pyramid: rice? check. veggies? check. meat? check. sparing oils? check (from the sesame oil that’s brushed on top of the gheem). ok, no dairy, but sorry, there ain’t alot of dairy in Korean food. Plus, they’re just pretty with all the colors blooming from the middle. They even subconsciously compel you to form the shape of a flower when you arrange them on a plate, look:
i think the eggs are smiling at me…