I made some Italian food for dinner last night. I thought it was pretty dang good. Nothing special – just a little dish of chicken and mushrooms over pasta with a garlic-lemon-butter sauce. MyeongHee was up for trying it, but it was short of the spicy flavoring she’s used to. I had plenty of garlic in it, which is a staple in Korean cooking, but none of the red pepper that permeates most things. She’s not afraid to improvise, however, and loaded each bite with a helping of kimchi.  That’s the equivalent of putting ketchup on a New York strip steak, but what the hell – I wasn’t eating it. Bon appetit!

Yesterday the kids at school told me about their event at the elementary school. It was “Woods” day and they were celebrating by planting a few trees in the area. They also had a couple of foreigners visit the school and tell about their respective countries. I have no idea what the American guy said in that session, but the kids came to my school afterwards and told me the Statue of Liberty is holding an ice cream cone. They had the part about “give me your tired, your poor…” but somehow they had it that if you came she’d give you ice cream. Sounds like a deal to me!