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Joanne Chee
Chicago, IL
Self-taught cook who likes to veganize Korean food and Koreanize everything else.

Ultimate Grown-Up Easter Basket

in partnership with Lindt Chocolate
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I had an 8 mile workout this morning, which included a 4 mile tempo run. I hate tempo runs!! But I’m getting better at them. This Sunday, I’ll be running 13 miles, including 6x up a rather formidable hill. I hate hills!! But I’m getting better at them! You know what I used to say a lot? “I hate running!!” But... look at how much better I am at it now. 🙌🙌🙌 I also used to suck at making kimbap, but I think even my mom would be proud of these!
Ok. I’ve posted this video 3 times and it keeps getting deleted so I will keep this to bullet points: . ▪️I miss donuts. ▪️I am not eating sugar these days. ▪️I had dream about donuts. ▪️If you can still eat sugar and want the recipe + tKV on these donuts, like this post. ▪️I will post on stories if this post gets 1000+ likes. ❤️❤️❤️
I ran 14 miles on the freaking treadmill today. It was the hardest 14 miles of my ever-loving life. If someone had a bowl of this pasta waiting for me at the end of that run, I can’t think of what I wouldn’t give...
A different kind of tteukbokki. This is Goong Tteukbokki. In lieu of using spicy pepper powder, it’s made using soy sauce and sesame oil. Tbh, I think I prefer this to the fiery version (I’m getting old, guys). I’m debating making this for Super Bowl Sunday in place of my famous nacho cheese dip. What do you think? Recipe in my caption! ▪️ Things You'll Need: 4-5 servings of rresh or frozen rice cakes (cylindrical like in this picture or oval is fine) 1 tbsp + 1 tsp sesame oil 1 tbsp + 2 tbsp soy sauce 2 tbsp olive oil 1/2 cup sliced red onions 2 cloves minced garlic 1 cup chopped mushrooms (of your choice) 1/2 cup julienned carrots 1 cup chopped broccoli 1/2 cup sliced green/red bell peppers 1/4 cup chopped red cabbage salt & pepper 1 tbsp maple syrup 1 tsp toasted sesame seeds ▪️ Method: If using frozen ricecakes, thaw in microwave. Place them in large bowl and add 1 tbsp sesame oil and 1 tbsp soy sauce. Set aside for 30 minutes. In the meantime, saute all the vegetables in olive oil in a large pan or wok. Add salt and pepper to allow veggies to release juices. When veggies are softened, add rice cakes, 2 tbsp soy sauce, and 1 tbsp maple syrup. Add water, as needed, to prevent veggies from sticking to pan. When rice cakes are super soft, remove from heat. Add 1 tsp sesame oil and sesame seeds to garnish. ▪️ Enjoy!!
I can’t sleep. I’ve been watching The Good Doctor (the Korean version) these past few days and, as is often the case, it just makes me hungry. Kdramas have this weird thing going on where all the actresses are impossibly skinny with perfect complexions, and yet they are always stuffing their faces with ramyun and jjajangmyun and tteukbokki. What the heck? Anyhoo, this is the soup I made with y’all the other day. If you missed it, check out my highlights: tKV ep 12.
What is this, you ask? My tteukbokki recipe with ramen noodles added. Also known as “Rabokki”. Drooling yet??
▪️ Three. ▪️ The third kind of love you feel when he spits out a gulp of water because he can’t stop laughing at something you said and you feel giddy and proud because however good it feels to giggle at something he says, it feels infinitely more life affirming to make him laugh. Unlike the first and second kind of love, this third love is rough around the edges, “difficult to penetrate,” is more used to running in solitude than with a partner. Sometimes, this third love hurts—but not in the way that destroys you (like the first love); in the way that makes you stronger, braver. Powerful. This third love won’t coddle you when you complain about your boss, or tell you that you’re right when you’re actually way wrong, or say sorry just to smooth things over. This third love will tell you when he thinks you’re being childish or avert his gaze when your choices lack integrity, and with just a turn of his head, make you want to be a better woman. But, this third love will drive you to work every morning, wordlessly massage your calves after a long run up the cliffs of Ponza, brag to everyone he knows about every milestone you pass along the Alpine Path (whether it’s making partner, running a whole 9 miles in a row, or gaining 100 followers on Instagram). This love… this love will cry with you the white morning he drives you and your dog to the vet that final time, this love will cry with you when you burst into abrupt tears the morning after the election, this love will cry with you even when he is the cause of your heartbreak. ▪️ This third love is a teacher. It teaches you that the most vital love, the most indispensable love is the love that keeps you pounding the pavement at mile 19 of a 20 mile run; the kind of love that pours over books well into the wee hours because reading and words and stories are the things that make life worthwhile; that most fundamental love lifts your chin and allows you the footing to construct a foundation for your dreams. This third love reminds you, every day, the imperative of original love. Self love. ▪️ This third love is Passion. Pride. Empathy. Respect. ▪️ Which is why you decide to marry this Third Love.
▪️ Two. ▪️ The second kind of love you feel when he presses his thumb against your wrist–to assure you that he loves you even when he’s “sore,” that nothing will ever shut off that love, because this second kind of love isn’t a finite resource; rather, it’s like the sun–it may be out of sight for awhile because of your perspective, but it’s always there.  And like the sun, this love is molten, dripping down the sides of your face, a cracked egg, joyous and thick and bright, as you say to yourself, over and over again,  뜨거운 뜨거운 사랑.  This is the love you feel most when he texts you after you’ve abruptly said goodbye for the night, saying “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten off the phone so quickly, can I call you back?” and you are rubbing your wrist in the same spot his thumb might have been, because you are marveling at the enormity of this thing, this “love” that seems to well up like a September storm inside your body, even as you remain aloof and distant.  This second kind of love clogs your throat with all the “thank you’s” you are too embarrassed to unleash, “thank you for not yelling at me,” “thank you for not ignoring me,” “thank you for not hitting me,” even as you are still coming to grips with this new kind of love, even as you are still wondering whether this kind of love could ever be as substantial and tactile as the kind that would hit your face or flatten your pounding heart against a ribcage clawing to be known, even as you are still hoping that the first kind of love will one day recede to the quiet and peaceful recesses you have constructed for just this purpose, to allow room for this second kind of love.  This is the second kind of love you feel. ▪️ The third kind of love… ▪️ I’ll write about next time.
One Two Three ▪️ The first kind of love is the one you feel most when you are choosing between Coke Zero and Diet Coke at the soda fountain in the dinky little Food Court inside of the Lubbock International Airport, which is an easy choice, because you never drink Coke Zero.  There is probably only one other person on the planet who knows this about you, who knows enough about you to never ask you when he’s bringing home dinner, “Hey, they have Coke Zero here now, you want that instead of Diet Coke?” This same person also knows that you prefer french fries over strawberry shortcake, unless it’s your birthday, at which time you will demand both.  This is the same love who knows that when you are extra stressed, nothing satisfies you quite like planting yourself on the front lawn of your parents’ house and pulling at weeds; that you like to count–under your breath–the number of steps whenever you are running upstairs; that you sip water from a fountain in 4/4.  That you shake, uncontrollably, when he is angry with you.  That you flinch when he touches your neck while whispering “I’m sorry.” This love is a flag–flapping tight and high with the gusts curling off the shores of Lake Michigan, and you are known. This is the first kind of love you feel. ▪️ The second kind of love… ▪️ I’ll write about next time.