Internalize identity. Whenever i go to a Korean friend's house of my mom's, there's always bounds of food and drink offered. It's the polite Korean hospitality that i have learned to show to my friends and visitors. The acrid smell of kim chee makes my mouth water (and also reminds me of the embarrassment my mom feels if americans are around to smell it). Whenever i smell the leathers of shoes lined up outside of a house that reminds me of my home as a child (no shoes inside!).
Classic rock songs, Creedence Clearwater and Zeppelin, always make me smile and think of my harley riding, bad ass, anti-authoritarian father and the rebellious streaks he unknowningly instilled in me.
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Those memories sound awesome; my mom, for one, loves kim chee, but good kim chee is hard to find if you don't know how to make it. I'd love to hear more.
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