Kimchi, Ajumma

“Amanda Ajumma!” Halaboji called out as he entered my room. We have two Korean custodians at my school. They share the same family name but are fairly different ages, so I call one Mr. Ajosshi and the other Mr. Halaboji.

“네! 안녕하세요!” Yes, hello!

“I bring you gift,” he said, hanging me a box of Korean strawberry/chocolate/cracker treats. “My wife usually cooks, but you made such good kimchi she worries. She thinks you are good cook, so she tells me to buy you food!”

I laughed, “I’m glad you liked the kimchi, sir.”

“Look! I bring you the jar back! It’s empty! We already ate all of the kimchi. You make very good kimchi, ajumma!”