So tonight I tried to make Kimbab. And failed miserably.
First try: Too much rice, too much filling, find it hard to roll perfectly and the fillings leaked out of the rolls.
Dad came to the kitchen and looked at my sad-looking-failed of a kimbab roll.
Dad: "What is that?"
Me: "Supposed to be Kimbab. But I failed."
Dad: "Oh, but I came because it smells nice."
*in my head* Sesame oil makes everythi g smells good, believe me!
Dad: "So what you gonna do with it?"
Me: "Eat it anyway! I dont want to waste food!" *eat a piece and winced, it taste like... rice with kim/nori and a carrot*
Dad laughed and walked back to watch TV.
Second try: Better looking, much smaller and at least the roll was not breaking in the middle.
I cut it out in a few pieces and brought it to Dad.
Me: "Would you try it?" *expecting him just to eat a piece*
Dad laughed again and put a piece in his mouth.
Dad: "Oh, it's edible!"
Me: *sad looking* "I guess so... *walked back to the kitchen to clean up.
5 minutes later he came to the kitchen and showed me an empty plate.
Dad: "I finish them all!" *grin* "Not so bad, still chewable for me." *says a man who wears fake teeth*
I couldnt stop grinning. I knew it tasted like crap, but he ate it anyway *cry*
Thanks Dad!! I know I can always count on you even in trying out my crappy food!!
Promise I'll make you a decent looking and still edible Kimbab next time.
Love love love!!! ❤❤❤
