
and this grilled seafood as well. I think that makes me really well again. So I told Alan about my sickness and bed ridding and longing for food, then he was sending me few websites and as well as pages of copy from his cook books and his favorites restaurant receipts around traps which are not Korean food but global hybrid concoction. And he keep telling me that” really easy really easy to cook!” One of chicken receipts he thinks it makes me well because I like chicken, but there is more then 10 receipts I have to have but some of them I never heard about them and, all but complex to a sick person to cook a such meal! He is a really finest cook! he knows the art of cooking. So he is the Chef de Cuisine I am a sous-chef de cuisine, sometimes he demotes me as no-sous-chef if I am not follow his instruction in the kitchen! Basically my task is cleaning after his mess! BUT at this moment my body tells me urgently; Nonsense girl you have to have real Korean food for healing me not the fusion gourmet’s food! But your humble grandmamma food! O man where should I go to find my grandmamma food?
Update: After late afternoon, I told him that my dying wish I must have my real humble grandmamma food before I die, where should I go? He said “well digging some more online for fulfilling your last supper or going to a Korean restaurant and have what they have!” what a crudest condiment my sickness! Well I will be better by tomorrow! I make a cup of soup and drink away and sweating away; telling my body “you will be right by tomorrow Ok you must!