The air is cooling; it's once again jean jacket and sweater weather. I cannot say that I do not look forward to the fall every year. Today I wore a scarf and a hat, and walked through the crisp air with Anthony. Though fall is inevitably different for an American girl in South Korea, I am still happy to have the season.
This fall, I am not able to do the traditional Thanksgiving Day countdown, but we did celebrate the Korean holiday, Chuseok, and I barely had to have a countdown. We had a good five days off of work, during which we traveled to the Korean Folk Village, Seoul, and of course we did some good old fashioned holiday eating.
Since Chuseok is Korea's version of Thanksgiving, Kristin and I took our hand at making our first Korean dish: bibimbap (a meat, rice, and vegetable mix). We made our own version with tofu, and I accidently left out the gochujang (hot pepper paste), but it still turned out fairly well, just less spicy. Anthony, Kristin, Todd, and I had our own version of the holiday on a hillside by our house. We drank red wine, and feasted on a fairly yummy dish. I cannot say that I will not miss Thanksgiving this year, but at least I get to celebrate both Chuseok and Thanksgiving (unfortunately there will be no turkey and Petro-Bartley-Cully madness for me.)
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I wish we had a Japanese thanksgiving over here
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