Kimchi

I’m weird.

 

I like grocery shopping.

 

I like researching new recipes, purchasing my spices and oils for whipping up delicious meals.

 

I like stopping a random stranger on aisle six and asking her if she knows where I can find miso and kimchi.

 

She was masked and not one bit worried about my cooties, or lack thereof.

 

She’s a pretty big gal, friendly as all get-out, shucks her mask and gives me the down-low on items I’ve never purchased before.

 

I like her and her boldness.

 

Maybe we will meet again.

 

So I spend too much, load my purchases, head home.

 

I rewarded myself today with a massage. It’s been a couple years. Massages heal, human touch is healing. And I desperately needed this treatment. After four months of continuous Designer Events, my body is tired.

 

I was thanking Almighty God as the therapist hurt me so good.

 

I always say I won’t wait so long next time. And maybe I’ll earn a mani/pedi instead next time. It’s been a couple years for that too. To think I used to do mani’s every week once upon a time. Crazy.

 

Kimchi…a dear friend recommended kimchi years ago and I finally purchased. The health benefits of kimchi are numerous, not the least of which are probiotics for gut health. Gut health also affects mental health. Seriously.

I learned I really like kimchi with smoked oysters. And more than likely I will enjoy shrimp, beef, you name it, along with kimchi.

 

Also on my list today was miso…hmm, white, red, or yellow miso? Each offers a distinct taste, umami. Red will be my first experiment, in roasted cauliflower soup. I’ll also prepare another dish for work, as a treat, in broth.

 

Maggie and I snuggle, hoping for another day of rest. We’re tired.

 

And I’m ready to cook again.