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. ...