“Did you read my essay?”
Good Man nodded. “Yes, it was good.”
“I don’t believe you.”
I shook my head, “Because you always say that, and when I type my things up and post them [on Lang-8], I always get corrections.”
“Yeah, that is the beauty of learning.”
You admire the bibimbap for about 8 seconds and then mix it all up into a delicious mess.
A variation on this is to put the rice in a hot bowl. The rice forms a nice crust on the bottom.
Good Man and I made vegetarian bibimbap tonight with carrots, red-leaf lettuce, mushrooms, leeks, an egg, and some seaweed (김). Damn, it was good! I should’ve been born Korean.
Good Man simply piled everything into a mess in his bowl. I made everything pretty first.
Good Man frowned. “The beauty of bibimbap is in the mixing!”
“No, the beauty in bibimbap is in destroying the beauty of bibimbap.”