I’m sick, I hate being sick. I also only remembered today not even 15 minutes ago that I haven’t blogged week 3 yet. Deng it! I’ve been so consumed on editing a piece I had written (tell you later!) earlier and completely forgot about blogging. So today, it will be a fast one because I am tired, sick, irritable and I really want some soup also! Some soondubu actually, because nothing will break up the phlegm-y feeling I have deep in my chest and the headache pounding in my skull like spicy Korean soft tofu soup! Someone bring me some!??
The only appetizer offered on the menu: Nok Doo Jun
Korean Pureed bean Pancakes that came with a soy dipping sauce. My first taste of this and it was fantastic! Crispy outside, soft and fluffy inside.
Soondubu always come boiling hot in a stone pot to your table with a raw egg on the side. You break this into the piping hot stew and as it cools to a temperature that won’t burn your mouth and insides as you eat, the egg should be at a beautiful soft boil. I’ve begun to do something different the past few years. I like to crack my egg, let it sink in and sit for just a minute. Long enough for a thin shell to develop around the egg yolk. Then I fish it out gently and place it upon my hot rice. Every so gently I break the yolk and let the rich golden sunshine coat my rice grains in happiness.
I wrote something while eating this soup, an ode to the sexiness that broken egg yolks have. I’ve had it called 50 Shades of Yolks:
I love breaking a raw egg right into my bubbling hot soup, waiting only moments for the outside layer to solidify before my spoon begins to fish. Carefully I transfer the quivering mass of beauty to my hot rice and as the steam hit my nostril, I break the yolk quickly, excitement barely contained as the liquid gold slathers itself all over each grain. Begging for me to take a bite and as I do, the murmur of satisfaction barely leave my lips before I shove another spoonful of rice in my gaping maw. Faster and faster, unable to stop as I savor the feeling of rich golden sunshine coating my tongue and throat. When it’s gone, I lay back in exhaustion as disappointment overcomes my body, I want more.
Yea, I’m a culinary slut.
PyeongChang Tofu House
4701 Telegraph Ave
Oakland, CA 94609