It includes this touching piece by Michael Y. Park who visited his mother in New Jersey to learn the “only way to make Korea’s spicy dish.”
Sometimes before I introduce my friends to my Korean mother, I like to explain that she’s like a walking, talking bowl of kimchi: fiery, overbearing, and takes some getting used to, but she’ll stick with you a long, long time.
There’s another thing kimchi and my mother have in common: I can’t recall life without them. OK, chocolate is my first food memory, but kimchi came next. And it was part of almost every family dinner until I left our suburban New Jersey home at 18. Thanksgiving? Kimchi was next to the cranberry sauce. Christmas? Kimchi goes great with ham. And what do kids love better for an impromptu weekend lunch than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Well, this kid loved PBJ&K.