I looked at Good Man. “Why do Koreans love poop?”
So yesterday, at my language exchange, I started talking about vermicomposting. And of course I got to use the phrase “먹고 싸고 먹고 싸고.”
I also managed to stay in Korean for a full hour (possibly slightly longer) switching to English very, very few times and for very few words.
Next week we’re both going to bring our iPod recorders to record the exchange. I’m starting to like this partner a lot.
Craigslist: Find worms. Find a husband.
I went to Target and picked up three 10 gallon bins at about $7 each (one for me, one for my coworker, one for Mark). My coworker and I are going to make our worm boxes tomorrow. My coworker has a drill, though I’m bringing our hammer and some nails in case the drill doesn’t work. We’re using used Styrofoam trays for the tray under the bins to catch any excess liquid (that isn’t supposed to appear). I saved a dozen bottle caps to use as feet. Someone threw away a window screen which I stole from the trash. I’ve already got some Gorilla Glue and packing tape. This is going to be a cheap, largely reused/repurposed project.
And I’ve decided I’m going to write “먹고 싸고 먹고 싸고” around the box. Good Man just shook his head and said, “Whatever makes you happy, honey.”
Ahh, Good Man is so accommodating.
The dill started throwing off new stalks, so I harvested some tonight for dinner.
We had some tuna salad mixed with cheese over pita bread, broiled for 7 minutes. I steamed some baby red potatoes and green beans. I served it all with some sour cream, butter, salt, pepper, dill, and lemon. It was delicious.
Except the dill was wasted on Good Man. He wants to eat everything without any sort of herbs or spices on it. Koreans cook with three flavors: salt, soy sauce (fermented salt), and peppers—usually in the form of a (salty) spicy paste. I exaggerate only slightly.
We’re having the leftovers for lunch tomorrow.
Good Man’s Lunch
“Hey, Good Man!”