My "American" Family I am sick and tired of Korean TV show producers and journalists asking me to help them round up white people so they can have them parade around on TV and tell everyone how delicious Korean food is! I mean seriously, they need to do their own research for their shows and get their own people. Also, they love to push this agenda that America is full of white people and that their "white opinion" is the only opinion that matters. Let me enlighten you: America is multicultural and everyone of them is just as American as every white person. Just today I got another phone call- actually it was the same person that called my school asking us to do a class for them having white people (Blacks Hispanics generally don't count) make and eat kimchi chiggae and doenjang chiggae and then eat it while expounding how they think that it is so healthy and not spicy and it is full of vitamins and calcium and other stuff. The conversation was going fine a...

One of my goals this year is to write more creatively. Writing food reviews is fun, but I feel like I need to expand my writing focus a bit. Here is an essay that I wrote about growing up as a Korean/American Adoptee. Milk, peanut butter and jelly, cookies, and an apple were what my American mother packed me for lunch when I was in elementary school. At first, this kind of lunch wasn't what I was accustomed to and often made me sick. Now even though my body rejected these foods - stomachaches, allergies, cavities- I forced myself to eat them because I truly believed by eating these foods, I would become American. I was born in Daegu, Korea and I lived in Korea for the first 5 years of my life. Then a family in Delaware, USA, adopted me. Looking back, it’s so strange that before my life in America, I was in an orphanage sleeping in a large room with 20 other children. It’s almost like living in a parallel universe because here I was in a cafeteria holding a white bread sandwich. ...