Mandu Madness

Following Korean tradition, we were fed a thin beef broth-based soup of rice cakes and mandu (meat and vegetable filled dumplings) at my parents' home on Saturday morning. And again at T's parents' on Saturday evening. I must have downed at least thirty of the hearty dumplings over a six hour period. Definitely mandu overkill. But they were tasty and quite addictive. Whenever I think of Korean food nowadays, the following weblog comes to mind (link here). It was recommended to T by a friend of a friend who is an avowed "foodie". The weblogger, an expat working on a project in Seoul, is writing about his various food experiences in the city. His accompanying photos really bring the dishes alive. Literally alive in the case of the nakji (miniature octopus). On a somewhat related sidenote, while stopping at the Andronicos market in Danville, a few streets down from T's parents' home, I perused the wine section and happily found a whopping six different varieties of Chateau Souverain wine. They even carried the Zin.