#1. Dutch Baby, baby!
Every year, I try to cook at least one thing that I have never cooked before. This year, it was (among many things) Dutch baby. I found the recipe from NYT Cooking, and I thought I’d try it—months ago.
I’m the only one in the family who is not so enthusiastic to have something sweet for a meal. Pancakes or waffles or crepe for breakfast will be as far as I go, if there are other savory items on the menu. On the contrary, S loves pancakes and waffles, and Hubby does too. I thought Dutch baby would be a hit if I could only find the time to preheat the oven and bake it for breakfast, which, as you might have guessed is not easy. (I tend to be a night owl, and have slipped back to my habit during the holidays.)
Yesterday, we didn’t have any plans. I had leftover pasta, which I decided to serve for lunch, but it wasn’t enough for the three of us. That’s when I thought of Dutch baby. About 40 minutes later… tada!
#2. Fried Chicken
Almost every Korean I know loves chicken. But don’t be fooled: “chicken” in Korea almost always means fried chicken (with or without glaze/sauce). Beer is usually accompanied with chicken, as in the word “chimek 치맥,” a shortened term for chicken (치킨) and beer (맥주).
My husband and I are no exceptions. Actually, I didn’t used to like (fried) chicken so much when I lived in Korea. But nowadays, I will devour chicken any day! So today, we went to the nearby Korean chicken place that opened recently. Tada!
And after the chicken, came the cake. I don’t know if it’s a Korean thing, but Koreans usually celebrate Christmas with cake. Last year, we even baked one for ourselves. This year we didn’t, so we got one for the end of the year instead. With our stomach full, the three of us are more than ready to meet the new year!
For a number of reasons, I had been secretly wishing this year would end soon. Nevertheless, I do realize that I must admit the following: First, 2021 wasn’t so bad, after all. I’ve had good times as well as the bad. Second, and more importantly, I should not let the arbitrary grouping of days affect my life so much, and try to make every day count. Tomorrow is only a day away, and Jan 1, 2022 will be no different.
Still, if you can’t help feeling a little sad and sentimental, here is a song to fight that pervasive melancholy: Lizzo’s Juice. Let’s party! On a side note, I don’t think Lizzo is the only one that is “like chardonnay, get better over time.” We all can—and do—get better over time, I hope.