makali and kimchi
Whenever it rains in Seoul, my husband wants to eat jon (like a savoury pancake) and drink makali (milky colored Korean rice wine). Apparently it’s traditional “rainy weather” food and on rainy days we’ve been to restaurants that sell jon and makali and they’ve been pretty busy. There are lots of scenes in Korean dramas of eating jon in the rain too. The scene from Brilliant Legacy (starring Dong Yi’s Han Hyo joo) comes to mind with the scene in episode 4, where Go Eun sung (Han Hyo joo) the poor heroine meets a halmoni, old lady, and ends up letting her stay at her flat because she has lost her memory. Go Eun song comes home in the pouring rain and suggests that they eat kimchi jon. Continue reading
Sorry for the lack of posts recently but we’ve had to move again (after less than a year at our old apartment) and with the chaos of stuff lying around the floor I haven’t had a chance to do any Dong Yi posts at all. Last time we moved, it all went so smoothly so I wasn’t so worried this time. But I should have been. Last time we had a dream team of 4 people who packed up all our stuff and put it all away carefully in the new flat – even the books on the bookshelf were placed back in the same order as before! This time was a different story. One of the problems was that this place is a lot smaller than the old flat, so I guess it was harder to find a place for everything and after the team left us the inside of the flat looked like a rubbish dump – piles of clothes and futons and kitchen utensils lying around everywhere. Part of me wanted to complain about that (the other team would at least have left things neatly folded and piled up) not to mention the broken glass in the large picture frame and the bent curtain rail amongst other things. But when I saw the sweat dripping down their faces in the hot summer sun with no air conditioning carting our stuff over the balcony to be sent down to the truck. I couldn’t say anything. And after they left there has been lots of surprises – like when I opened the bottom kitchen drawer and pulled out a bunch of T-towels and oven gloves that had been stuffed in there and then at the back of the drawer I discovered, yes, two bulbs of garlic. Interesting. Opening drawers and boxes has been like opening presents at Christmas. We never know what we are going to find inside.
Anyway, we’ve moved out of a tall blocks of flats which are called apartu (apartments) here. Apartments are usually built in a large complex. Here’s our old view…
and we’ve moved into a “villa” which sounds (to me at least) quite swanky, but it isn’t. It’s a low block of flats usually with no more than 4 or 5 floors. Apartments are the most popular but are a lot more expensive than villas. Here’s our new view…
I like it. It’s got atmosphere and to be honest I don’t understand the obsession with living in apartments. But maybe I will, in time? Maybe there is something dreadful about villas that I haven’t discovered yet. I suppose security is better in apartments since there are security guards on duty 24 hours a day and I bet apartments are warmer in winter too. But on the other hand, they are not the friendliest places to live with neighbours often not greeting each other when they see each other. One of the strange things I found about living in the apartment block was that the flats also have speakers inside built into the walls connecting to the caretaker’s office. So I could be sitting watching TV and suddenly a loud voice booms out around the room telling me that someone has not parked their car properly in the car park or that the meat van has arrived outside building number 132, if anyone wants to go and buy some pork or whatever. Useful information I suppose but I never got used to all those messages at all times of the day.
The villa is fine and near the shops and from the window I can hear sounds of life below. I don’t feel as removed as I did before. So it’s all good, although I’m still rummaging through our stuff but will still find time to watch Dong Yi tonight.