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“Let’s have gomtang or something,” my husband said one hot summer day. A few days later, I found myself standing over a pot of gomguk.

It was a holiday morning. I had spent about two hours at a café, working on the post I was going to publish that evening. I had a hot Americano and some chestnut bread, finished what I wanted to do,...

Yesterday, I made bread dough with two kilograms of flour. I divided it between two large bowls and mixed everything roughly by hand. I don't like kneading dough for a long time—pushing it, pounding it, throwing it around. I would rather...

I woke up a little before seven. I was going to visit my older daughter that day, and I had already decided to prepare a few things before I left. So after drinking a glass of water and looking at...

“Maybe I shouldn’t go out today,” my husband said. He had been coughing on and off all morning. “Sure. You don’t have to. You can just work from home.” For the past few days, he had blamed the coughing on air conditioning....

A Simple Pan, A Different Taste I wasn’t trying to cook anything special. Just mushrooms in a pan.Olive oil, sliced king oyster mushrooms,and a small pinch of salt. That was all. But something was different. Not the ingredients.Not the method. The way I was sensing...

A quiet dinner in a hotel room, a lovely lunch with my daughter, and an evening of makchang with my husband. Each stayed with me in a different way.

I was making bread in the quiet kitchen when my son came over and touched the dough. He started laughing and said it felt so good.