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chapters 1 & 2: runaway son and kun jip

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These are excerpts from Good Bye Joe, a book about my family. As I am currently in the market for a publisher, I can only post a paragraph or two. If you’d like to read more, shoot me an email at yobodish@yobodish.com.








Swoosh. Thump. Swoosh. Thump. I squeezed my eyes shut and hung onto her as hard as I could. My tiny hands weren’t big enough to wrap around her shoulders and I grabbed onto the collar of her jeogori. I knew if I lost my grip, I would come crashing down. With my heart pounding and fear choking my voice, I could not get the words out, “Please. Let me down.”


The first grandmother scooted me up higher on her back and started walking faster. With one leg several inches shorter than the other, I was certain she was going to drop me with every hasty dip and step she took.







My mom was 10 years old when her father died and her world disappeared.


It was a hot, humid day and the cramped, windowless room was suffocating. She wrapped her infant sister in the patchwork sling, strapped it around her shoulder and went out on the maru. She thought she would have better luck getting her sister to sleep out on the porch. The maru had old wooden floors and was situated in the middle of the house with open entrances in the front and the back. It wasn’t much cooler but at least there was some air circulation.


She was trying to soothe her crying sister when she heard her mother scream.







Chapter 3: KP Duty


Chapter 4: Streets of Gold


Chapter 5: Americans Eat Turkey on Thanksgiving


Chapter 6: Paper Dolls and Airplanes


Chapter 7: Days of Summer


Chapter 8: How Do You Spell Kitchen? C-H-I-C-K-E-N


Chapter 9: Burglar with Red Socks


Chapter 10: My One Tooth Aunt


Chapter 11: Not It


Chapter 12: Batman v. Superman


Chapter 13: The Road Trip Test


Chapter 14: Sisters

Grandma’s Old Country Dang Jahng Jigeh (Dang Jang Jigae) is the quintessential Korean dish.

Umma’s “We’re Coming Home” Bi Bim Bop is loaded with root vegetable and packed with nutrients and vitamins.

Umma’s Set Your Lips on Fire

Bi Bim Naeng Myeon

(Bi Bim Nang Myun) requires at least a gallon of water to put out the fire.

chapter 1:  to convince a runaway son who didn't want to marry a one-legged woman to come back home

Grandma’s Rainy Day Kimchi (Kimchee) Noodle Soup with tofu, pork, bok choy and kimchi always made me feel warm and cozy.

runaway son recipes

chapter 2: kun jip

kun jip recipes

My grandmother (left) and mother (right). After my grandfather died, my grandmother remarried and was forced to leave my mom and her infant sister with an abusive uncle.  Mom never forgave her for that, although she realizes that her mother did not have a choice.

what’s cookin’ in the kitchen

more goodbye joe excerpts

What’s for dinner?
January 11, 2011
2011... Really??? 
Didn’t you expect to see flying cars by now? Is it really 2011? I remember reading Orwell’s 1984 and thinking how Winston lived in this crazy, unreachable time that only existed in overly creative, bordering on genius minds. Conditions of Oceania haven’t materialized but that didn’t stop Father Time from swooping up huge swaths of days, months and years, leaving me wandering, “Wasn’t it always 2011? No way 1984 ever existed. I’ve been asleep for 7 hours and lost 20 years.” 

Anyway, I welcomed 2011 in New Zealand--oysters on the left are NZ’s finest. 2011 is going to be filled with family fun; exciting adventure; grub-worthy food, and a bit of excitement (not sure what kind yet). Watch for new recipes and mouthwatering pics. Cheers to you all! 
Happy eating!