Photo by Bobbi Lin
I don’t remember the first time I ever ate kongguksu, or chilled Korean soybean noodles. But I do remember the first time I rediscovered it years later as an adult (if a lonely, flailing twentysomething counts as an adult).
It was payday on a hot summer Friday in New York City. And maybe it was the heat or the overexposure to sunlight (which a caveman like me can never really get used to), but I remember being very hungry and, like the narrator in that Tracy K. Smith poem, “journeying for water/ From a village without a well, then living/ One or two nights like everyone else/ On roast chicken and red wine.”
(via Food52)
