In the beginning, because of being undernourished, I was fed mostly mashed kohlrabi … doctor’s orders, since I needed lots of vitamins and minerals, and this stuff would be good for me. I simply loved it, and I still do to this day.
Looking back now, I can understand my eating habits a lot better: I came from an orphanage in Korea, I was sick and tiny, not to mention a girl, so I wasn’t exactly the one getting the most food. Traditionally, in Korea, boys were always considered a blessing, whereas girls were nothing but a huge expense for the family. This view lives even today, especially in the rural areas.
Today, as an adult, I tend to cook rather large meals. I’m always a little afraid that it won’t be enough, and I definitely don’t want it to be too little. I’ve recently come to realize that there is a connection between this, and my experiences with food as a little girl; my subconscious remembers the time when I got very little or no food at all. I’ve always enjoyed almost any kind of food and I guess I had no opportunity to be picky, since I couldn’t take for granted that there would even be enough.
These days I sometimes prefer more sophisticated meals, whenever I have time, occasion and money, but I also quite enjoy simple traditional dishes. Then there’s hot or cold standing buffets, pastries, buns, waffles, pancakes, nut cake, cheese cake, chocolate cake, marzipan-covered cream cake, a few traditional Norwegian cakes that I don’t know any English names for, sandwiches with all kinds of stuff in them, all sorts of cheese – except very moldy ones – with salty biscuits, chunks of apple, orange or red and green grapes, and paprika of various colours, to eat with hot tea or cold cider. That’s what I call refreshment.
Unfortunately I have diabetes, so I have to mind what I eat, especially sugar, and not put on too much weight. This isn’t easy, with so many temptations. Now that summer is closing in fast, it’s nearly barbecue season with all kinds of grilled meats, seafood and salads, and marshmallows on a stick over the charcoals. It brings out the gourmet in me, loving all things good to eat, with a glass of Bailey’s or Amarula, or a cup of tea.
Cheers! Gan bae! Skål, everyone!