Food in Korea

This post isn't very exciting, but I have had some experiences with food that I wanted to share. I had my second date with the Korean girl. She wanted me to give her an English name, so she now has an alias of Melissa. I thought it wasn't fair for her to have two names, so you can now call me 유빈, or You-Been if you don't know how to read Korean. She says my name is You-Bin, but the "i" makes an "ee" sound, so I changed it to Been. Let me know if the Korean characters showed up and I'll explain the sounds each one makes in another post.

Anyways, she gave me a cake for my birthday. I was expecting something not very nice and very disgusting. When I opened the cake I was taken aback. I thought the cake was magnificest looking. It was delicious too. My stomach isn't used to sweets anymore, so I have only been able to eat one slice of this wonderful thing in the past five days. The thought of eating more makes my stomach hurt.
A few days ago I tasted my first Korean sandwich. As you can see from the picture they look awful. I have never thought to buy one, but my boss brought some into work and I felt obligated to try them. Every bite was an adventure. I would taste potato and mustard in one, and crab and pickle in the next. I think Koreans just put leftovers between bread and call it a sandwich. My tastebuds were tantalized from the sandwiches at work so I bought one on my way home to have for dinner. It was not as good as the ones from work. The filling was mixed too well and I couldn't distinguish any of the flavors. It did make me want to throw up, so I quickly at some 김밥, or gimbap, or rice wrapped in seaweed.
I finally had the time to make the Thanksgiving dinner Mom sent to me. I prepared all the dishes with no measuring cups, no microwave, only two burners, and three cooking pots. Christopher Walken said in Man on Fire that "any man can be an aritist at what he does. It just depends on how good he is at it." I, my friends, was an artist in the kitchen that day. The potatos, stuffing, green beans, yams, gravy and turkey-Spam were all piping hot and delicious. Thanks again Mom for sending me the dinner, it was fantastic. And I must say that Spam is the strangest food I have ever eaten (keep in mind I've been living in Korea for the past four months).