This morning, my four-year-old woke up asking for the same kimbap he had on his picnic and wanted it again for breakfast. We usually start our mornings with Western-style meals like toast or cereal, but after watching one of my YouTube Shorts, he suddenly craved kimbap again.
So I warmed up some rice, seasoned it lightly with salt, and added a generous drizzle of perilla oil. Then I made a simple rolled omelette and wrapped everything in seaweed. It’s such an easy recipe, but the nutty, comforting flavor is always so satisfying. He kept giving me thumbs up, telling me how much he loved it—again and again.
I’ve always felt that the dishes we grew up eating stay with us forever—almost like the “core memories” in Inside Out, except held on the tongue. Those flavors become tiny cornerstones of who we are. And now, I’m passing down the taste-memories my own mother gave me, sharing them with my child one recipe at a time.
What was your breakfast like today?