12th
Here’s my kimchi recipe. Hate to self-congratulate, but it’s among the best I’ve ever had. It’s plenty sour, maybe not as spicy as I might have liked, but I can correct that next year.
As is, it’s mild enough for Hank to eat. Yes, the baby likes kimchi. He grabs for it and crams it in his mouth, slupping up the shards of cabbage that stick to his chin. He eats and eats until he gets the flush. (By flush I mean the full-body warmth, starting in the head, which I think comes from the combination of spice and the fermented lactic acid … . whatever causes it, I love it and it appears the kid does, too.) Then he cries in apparent discomfort, which lasts less than a minute, and then he reaches desperately for it again. Think his mommy ate some kimchi when she was pregnant with him?
Uh, in a bowl, with a fork.
