3/31/2015. The room phone in my hotel rings at an alarming, unadjustable volume. A ringing phone is one of my great phobias. But in Korea I’m obligated to pick up. Every day there’s a cousin or aunt I haven’t seen since the ‘90s: “OMG Hyun-shil, how come you didn’t tell me you were in town? I heard from Saechae Imo that you had dinner the other night! WHEN were you going to call me?!”
Then when I show up it's always the same. Way more relatives than I was expecting and the matron in the group greets me with, “Omahhh! You're TOO skinny. A pair of chopsticks!” or “Are you sick? You have no curves! It’s the children. Having young children strips all the fat from your body.” At this all the women present nod and survey my body sympathetically. Then they proceed to talk about me in Korean as if I have no idea what they’re saying.
“She looks like her dad. Skin isn't white. But she also takes after her mom. Premature graying.”
“Well, I heard she had trouble getting pregnant. Didn’t have the first child until 35. She looks like the anxious type. Anxious types always have trouble getting pregnant.”
“No, it wasn’t that. It was that she got married too late. Very American. Getting married late or not at all.”
“Did you hear? Her husband is JEWISH.”
“Yes, but he’s not a banker. He’s a PROFESSOR.” [Murmurs of approval.]
“He’s going to be on EBS. An hour-long special. Explaining why we all hate each other.”
"Omahhh!" People ask me how to spell his name and check their phones. Their giant Samsung phones.
“Hey, I know! Let’s take her to a spa. She’s been shepherding those little kids through all kinds of Muslim nations for two months. She needs massage.”
I brighten at this idea but try to look as sad sack as possible. Yes, little Hyun-shil needs a massage. Always.
About 99% of the week was meeting and eating (no massage yet--dang!), but I did manage to grab a few images of quintessential Seoul...
Here's Gyeongbuk Palace, from 1395.
The Japanese demolished the 300-building compound several times. Each time the Koreans rebuilt. Still rebuilding from the last time.
On one side the backdrop is skyscrapers of multinational banks. But on the other is this beautiful mountain. Korean design principle of yore: build your house with a mountain in the back and a river in the front.
In the local markets, there are dozens of kinds of kimchee. The stuff in the middle bottom is my fave. Perilla leaf! My mom would grow this in our garden when I was little and one of my chores was to harvest them. Flat stiff fuzzy leaves with a distinctive perfume. I still remember how satisfying it was to stack them in my hand like playing cards.
Every day I take my kids to this mochi counter. The best flavor: blueberry cream. The worst: apple pie. Apples and glutinous rice just don't go.
Dduk is the most Korean of snacks. I was raised on this stuff. It's basically glutinous rice with all sorts of tasty fillings like sugary sesame seed puree or sweet red bean paste.
Persimmons a hundred different ways.
On to the pharmacy! The Korean equivalent of Duane Reade is stocked with rejuvenating cosmetics. Especially the whitening stuff. The "baby" standard makes it all a bit creepy ... not to mention that the baby is WHITE.
An ampoule of bovine placenta? I just lost my appetite for mochi ice cream.
Jane B.
March 1
Jayne! Pat and I are sitting here in YOUR living room laughing and LOVING your blog post! What a fantastic post! When you get home, you have to find a magazine that will publish that. It was SO fun to imagine your aunties "whispering" about you in Korean right. in. front. of. you. That is awesome. And your photos. Oh my goodness. You capture the essence of the food soooo well. I am starving now! I want to taste everything you took a photo of. I hope Max and Keka are enjoying Seoul and meeting relatives and eating amazing food. And I really do hope you get to have at least ONE massage and see ONE K-pop concert!!! I'm mean really, it would be awesome for you to do both of those things. Too bad Amanda wasn't able to stay with you just a little bit longer 🙂 We arrived at your apt. last night around 6:30pm. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. yet again for giving us the keys to your kingdom. We've already had a great time and we're just getting started! Found Mermaid Oyster Bar last night for a cozy, yummy dindin on our first night in The Village. We're having a low key morning and then we'll do a little exploring around the Upper West side this afternoon and then we'll head out to LGA to collect my mom. Jayne, she is bursting at the seams with excitement!!! I cannot wait to see her reaction when she takes her first taxi ride through the city tonight. We have dinner reservations at your+my restaurant tonight (aka Jane), so I'm super excited about that. Please have Jon give YOU a big hug from ME for giving us this opportunity to give my mom a thrill of a lifetime. It's gonna be a big week. Love, love, love to all of you. Hope you continue to have an incredible time in Seoul. -- With love and gratitude beyond measure, Jane