밥 먹어요 (bap moe-go-yo)

This weeks title, 밥 먹어요 (bap moe-go-yo), translates to "eating a meal."  So as you can guess, I'll be discussing the political ambiguity of North Korea and the residual effects it has on South Korea.

Ok, how many people stopped reading?  For those of you still with me, I'll get back on topic with this weeks theme of eating.  I don't know if you've noticed, but posting pictures of food is pretty popular lately.  Because I'm hip and trendy and know what the kids like these days, I'm gonna post some food pics of my own.  

This gem is a mere 50 yards from my home

So this first picture is one of the reasons I chose to post about food this week.  Hayley's Cafe is located very close to my home.  I've walked past it many times, but never popped in until recently.  There is an over abundance of cafe's in Seoul, no way to try them all.  Within a 100 yard radius of my home, there are at least 10 cafes, probably more.  Now that I've found this cafe, with it's wide array of desserts, I am hooked.  I never had cocaine, but I imagine these cookies are equally as addicting.  Recently I also tasted their dark red velvet cake.  This cake is so moist, so sumptuous, it took all my energy and taekwondo focus to continue eating it classy, with a fork.  This is the kind of cake that should be eaten at home...alone...in the dark.  That way you feel no shame as you shove it down your gullet.

(Seongeun was supposed to give me a picture of the cake, but failed to do so. She is no longer working for this blog, and is now jobless, homeless, penny-less, etc.  You get the point).

Clockwise from top: Chicken fondu; Mr. Pizza; Thai food

One thing about my eating habits that I'd like to change is the amount in which I eat out.  This has become habitual.  Now I could blame this on the low price of meals here in Korea.  Or I could blame it on my schedule not allowing time to cook.  Or I could even blame it on my lack of an oven and other cooking essentials (note: Koreans don't have or use ovens for cooking).  But instead I'll take the high road and blame it on a combination of all these factors.

My kitchen & brunch made in said kitchen

Speaking of my kitchen, here is a picture of it now.  The expression "less is more" does not apply here. But sometimes I do use this lame excuse for a kitchen to cook.  And when I do cook, it can get downright cute, teeheeheehee.

However, don't be fooled by those dreamy ketchup eyes and killer egg smile.  I've been called a renegade bad-ass of the kitchen, and for good reason.  Some people crack skulls, I crack eggs.  Some people break ribs, I prefer to bake 'em.  That may sound violent, but my cooking is more closely related to a symphony.  I realize you may now be up out of your seat in anticipation of my next analogy, but I recommend you sit back down and prepare to have your mind blown.  I'm done talking about cooking, here's a little taste:

Now that my best Guy Fieri impersonation is over, I'll wrap up this weeks food post.  Feel free to take this video recipe and try it yourself.