Sunday, December 26, 2010

I've been dreaming of Omma. For the first time, I can place her face
in my mind, recall the timbre of her laugh. I dream that I make
frequent visits, that we talk and laugh, my sisters and their father
join us. We are a family.

Even these dreams though, are bittersweet. I wake, and the fluency of
Korean has fled my tongue. Omma is across the ocean, not across the
town. My youngest sister has yet to learn of my existence.

I have found Omma, but we still have such a long way to go.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Update

It turned out nicely.

Korean Pear-Applesauce

Occasionally Amul and I end up with a surplus of fruit. Okay, maybe a little more often than occasionally. Fruit that's a little too ripe to eat, but nowhere near bad. Two or three soft aples, and I usually make a batch of my apple streusel bread. This time around, with guests coming and going, and us in and out of town this fall as well, I found out fruit drawer contained a few more than one or two neglected apples. More like four or five. And about six Korean pears, too. As much as I enjoy baking, I wasn't in the mood to make ten loaves of bread.

So I'm currently in the process of making a big batch of Korean pear-applesauce. The kitchen is warm and toasty and smells like the holidays. A good thing on a cold, damp, and rainy day like today. It reminds me of an old children's book we used to have called "Rain Makes Applsauce."

I'll let you know how the final product turns out.