Tag: chuseok

  • Chuseok Memories

    Chuseok Memories

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    To commemorate Chuseok, here’s a little something I wrote a couple of years ago for Seoul Magazine:

    What makes family holidays special?  Besides celebrating a certain event, they are markers for people to reflect on the past, relishing in dusty memories, and delighting in the innocent enthusiasm of children.  When families reunite, it reminds them of how much time has passed, which intensifies the desire to pass traditions to the next generation in a cycle where parents and grandparents want their children to share the same memories they had when they were younger.

    The foods people eat during these times are the most traditional because they ignite the two most abstract and most personal of senses, taste and smell.  These are intensely influential in our memories.  It is one thing to watch old home movies of Christmas past with Bing Crosby playing in the background.  Yet the smell of freshly cut pine instantly transports one to cozy times in front of a Christmas tree.  The film Ratatouille illustrates this example when the dish of the same name converts the jaded antagonistic food critic by transporting him back to his childhood.

    This holds true for Chuseok.  It is the biggest family holiday in the Korean year.  Koreans jam traffic and even fly half-way around the world to be with their families during this time.  Even though there are general dishes that are staples for Chuseok, each family has its unique recipes, and each person has that one particular food she is fond of.

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    “Jeon 전,” declares Dohee Kim, talking about her love for the Korean style of pan frying ingredients with flour and egg coatings, which are considered party food.  Her father’s hometown is in the mountains, “So the people in that area live on vegetables.”

    She points out that different regions make different jeons.  Her husband’s family is from the coast.  Their traditional jeons contain seafood.

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    Eun Jeong Lee, at first, declared that there were no unique foods her family made for Chuseok.

    “In Korea, Chuseok foods are standardized.  You are supposed to prepare certain foods in a certain way and arrange them exactly so for your ancestors.”

    When pressed harder, she relented.  She said that when she was a child, her family got up at five in the morning to head to her oldest paternal uncle’s house.  Her mother prepared a breakfast of sogogi guk 소고기 국(spicy beef soup).  She hated getting up early and eating the soup.

    Yet at a recent trip to a local theme park, she ordered a bowl of sogogi guk, and the flavor brought her back to her childhood.  She became more nostalgic.  Even though she did not like getting up early for Chuseok, she still had fond memories of family and simpler times.  All from a bowl of beef soup.

    Songpyeon Takes a Bow

    The stars of the show during this time are songpyeon 송편.  Generally they are chewy rice dough filled with sweet fillings.  The little packages are then steamed with pine needles.

    It is a favorite of Hyewon Chun and CheongAh Kim, known as the “Kimchi Girls,” a popular podcast based in Korea.

    “Aunts and the children all sit around in the kitchen or living room with all the ingredients to make songpyeon,” declares Ms. Kim, ”And all enjoy making it. They say that the prettier you make the songpyeon, the better looking wife or husband you will have.  Just a fun superstition.  So we all try to make it as pretty as possible into nice balanced half-moon shapes.”

    This is one of those holiday treats that are personal in the sense that people who grew up eating it love it.  Outsiders who didn’t experience this traditional snack as children sometimes love and sometimes avoid it.  It’s like growing up and craving those controversial holiday foods such as fruitcake, mincemeat pies and lutefisk.  In order to truly understand and enjoy them, you need to have had them as a child.

    Mediocre songpyeon can turn someone off of it for life.  Yet when songpyeon is good, it’s addictive.

    The best treat for a non-Korean during Chuseok is an invitation for a meal at a Korean family’s home late in the holiday, after all the ceremonies have finished.  There is a good chance to try old and special recipes handed down for generations.  Maybe it’s a good time to break out the special reserve of kimchi that has been aging a year or more.  It is very strong.  Yet like a well aged wine or cheese, it has a complex flavor and actually tingles on the tongue.

    If you are indeed an outsider looking in on Chuseok try to experience what you can of it.  You may not “get it” at first.  Yet the memories tend to adhere and grow with each passing year.

    And the songpyeon does start tasting better.

  • Chuseok Spread

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    This post has been delayed because I haven’t been able to think of anything intelligent or snarky to say. So when I can’t think of anything, I guess it’s time for FOOD PORN!!

    I was invited to my first official Chuseok ceremony a few weeks ago. I had been to eat great feasts at friends’ houses during Chuseok in the past, but this was my first time to experience the real ceremony with the ceremonial food.

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    Two tables were set up. On the left, with the message on the back for the ancestors, were light soups, whole grilled fish, jeon ì „ (savory pancakes and fried goodies), a really good tender octopus, fried tofu, slabs of beef and pork, a whole chicken, marinated bean sprouts, fiddlehead ferns, a type of root vegetable (I was told it wasn’t todok), jujubes and chestnuts, a Korean pear, apple, and persimmon. Here’s another view.

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    The table on the right was more on the same theme.

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    After the ceremony was over, and the ancestors had spiritually had their fill, it was time for us to eat the leftovers.

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    A really good fresh kimchi.

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    BEEF!! Marinated in soy sauce.

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    Lots of fried stuff. I particularly liked the batter fried fish. It’s in there somewhere.

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    The dipping sauce worked with everything. I ate so much that I forgot to get down much of my rice–especially with all the rice wine being poured.

    Thank you, Kim family!

  • Rocky Top Anyang-shee

    I am in the third week of my semi-annual Seoul Cough. Any time it switches from winter to spring or summer to fall, I get this acute bronchitis. Many foreigners and Koreans get this. So far, it hasn’t developed into anything more serious. It’s just lingering, lingering, lingering.

    Despite the Seoul Cough taking form, I joined Lars, Injoo, Brant, and friends on a hike up the mountain behind my place. Ironically, if you can make it completely to the other side of the mountain, you end up in Sillim, my old neighborhood in Seoul.

    We all met at Beomgye Station and took two taxis to a place at the foot of the mountain. We learned that there’s a rule about only getting in on the right side of taxis because one of them started driving off as Brant was getting inside. You would think that if you’re not supposed to use one side of the taxi they’d lock the door. But again, that would make sense.

    We were unloaded at the front of a high school that was just letting out. I thought to myself, “Oh, great place for a group of foreigners.”

    As I dreaded, we were barraged by a sea of “Hellos.”

    We weren’t sure exactly how to get up the mountain, so we took a path that led through lush gardens. We figured we were on the right path when we passed a tent selling hiking gear.

    The mountain behind my place is beautiful. I love looking at it every day when I go outside. It was also the largest thing I’ve ever attempted to climb. And the group tolerated my complaining and sarcastic self-affirmations of “This is fun. This is fun. I’m having a good time.”

    We made it to one of the peaks. There was only a kilometer or so to go, but I had seen and gone enough. I figured that the difference in the view from here and the real top of the mountain couldn’t be big enough to be worth it. Brant stayed with me as the rest of the group went to the top.

    Brant and I sat on a large rock and caught up with what’s going on in our lives. He and his girlfriend are starting to get serious, and he seems happier than I’ve ever known him.

    We had a great view from the rock. The usual complaint about modern Korean architecture is that each apartment building looks as if it was stamped out of a factory. But looking at them from a high vantage point, they create this sort of Warhol-ian splendor on the landscape.

    The sun started getting hot, so we walked back down to a grove of trees for shade. The others met us soon after.

    We walked down the mountain taking another trail and stopped at a stream. After the stream, we found a picnic table and unloaded our goodies, two baguettes, three wheels of brie and camembert and three bottles of wine. It was all gone in no time. And we were still hungry.

    Fortunately, part of our plan was to take this mountain trail to the Dong Dong Ju place that I love so much. Brant was okay that we had changed the plans from eating dog meat since no one in our group knew where any of the good restaurants were located. And we went through a surreal lush green landscape and small lake before reaching the old farmhouse restaurant.

    The rest of the group was greatly impressed by the place. In fact, they didn’t show up at the table for a while because they were busy taking pictures. We had a feast of smoked chicken and boribap, rice and barley mixed with vegetables and soybean paste (it sounds weird, but it is damn good and healthy at the same time), and bowls and bowls of smooth sweet dong dong ju, that wonderful rice liquor.

    Everyone walked back to Beomgye Station. I left the group at the turn to my apartment, where Eun Jeong was waiting.

    Eun Jeong and I had a nice quiet weekend. I was getting sicker, and she treated me out to VIPS Steakhouse for their buffet. VIPS is a Korean franchise, but they do very well on their salad bar and buffet, and I can’t believe I actually miss steakhouse buffets. It had tacos, smoked salmon, pasta, and many exotic fruits and vegetables, including leechees which we shelled ourselves.

    That week, I experimented with making another western food using Korean ingredients — Coq au vin. It turned out surprisingly well. The taste was a little exotic for Eun Jeong.

    The content management system I’ve been developing for the school has been coming together and is basically ready for launch. I’m also redesigning the school’s web site to link it all together and make it look snazzier.

    Last weekend was Chuseok, Korean Thanksgiving, the biggest Korean holiday of the year. By an unfortunate timing of the moon, it fell on a weekend, so we only got a three-day weekend out of it. I was planning on spending each day relaxing at home watching movies and catching up on TV shows before the new seasons start. But I was called away each day. I’m not regretting it, though.

    Saturday, Brant called me to meet him and Derek at Sh-wing. We were the only people available, it seems. It was drizzling outside, but we had a nice time. I was up late Friday night watching TV shows, and for some reason, I couldn’t sleep in on Saturday morning. So I was going on three or four hours of sleep. Combined with the beer and hot wings, my short-term memory flew out the window. I was telling Brant about the previous weekend mountain hiking, and he said, “Joe, remember– I was there.”

    After Sh-wing, I wanted to try the place next door because I heard good things about it on Dave’s ESL. But one look at the prices on the menu and we politely left. I still wanted the gelato I had last time. This gelato place in Apgujeong, Gusttimo, is challenging to order. They only have two languages for the flavors, Korean and Italian. And they serve it to you in triple scoops. I got banana, tiramisu, and their new spicy flavor, Diablo. The cashier asked if I had a club card, and I did. I looked in my wallet for it and couldn’t find it. I put down the wallet and checked my pockets and realized the card was at home. The ice cream was melting in the cashier’s hands, so I had to pay quickly. I felt my pockets for my wallet, turned to Brant and Derek and said, “Uh, guys, I left my wallet.”

    But it was right in front of me. We left the gelato place, and I was having fun like a kid slurping my melting ice cream in the rain while Brant and Derek made fun of my slippery memory.

    Sunday, Injoo’s mother invited me over for dinner like she did last year. It was a great dinner, with steamed pork, Chinese seafood soup, and many fresh and fermented vegetables from their garden. They had me try what they called “really old kimchi.” It was potent stuff. Tasted like alcohol.

    Despite the ventures outside, I still was able to catch up on a lot of TV. It sounds sad, but I think a lot of quality shows have come out recently. Too bad their ratings aren’t great. You know, Americans are always complaining about the poor quality of TV. Yet when something of quality comes on, they’re too stupid to watch it and instead catch the latest episode of some trashy shallow reality show.

    Oh well…

    Korean TV isn’t much different, but at least it’s amusing in its surrealness. Eun Jeong and I were watching a Korean drama. During the commercials, she broke out laughing.

    “What is it?”

    “They said, “Because Koreans have slanted eyes, they are good at I.T.”

    “What does that mean?”

    “I don’t know.”