My parents went to Buford Highway yesterday to get supplies for the store and to pick up some medicine. AND they bought me food. Fattening, diarrhea causing, spicy yummy as fuck food. GREAT ODEN'S RAVEN! As much as I'm grateful, I hate them. This has set me back two days. Why two days? I only ate half the haemool dolsot bibimbap (seafood stonepot rice) yesterday and since my mom was gonna throw it away and I felt that it was a waste, it went into my stomach instead. Sigh. And I suck at making tuna fish sandwhiches. Maybe it's an art I have yet to perfect? Yes yes I'm supposed to join the gym, I really need to go there and sign up for the damn membership. Damn my lazy self. DAMN YOU!
Now I feel as if I'm pregnant...yes my stomach is sticking out that much.
The culprit. Looks hella yummy yes? There were these ginormous chunks of garlic in it. Normally I love garlic but these were so monstrous that I was in fear of consuming them
Japchae, haemool pajun, and some fried stuff I didn't touch so therefore I have no clue what it is.
