steak nights

i don't know if it's really going to be a tradition, or if it's just the tradition of the past two sundays, but sunday nights are now steak nights. i trudge to cheonan, either downtown or ssangyong. i walk to the subway, get on, get off, and walk some more on the other end. i come bearing wine, others bring vegetables, games, potatoes, dips. and someone brings steaks. last week and this week. i'm getting used to it again. i'm getting spoiled. last week was the first time i'd had a steak in 9, almost 10 months. steak, mashed potatoes, carrots, bread, red wine, salad. this week: steak, sweet potato fries made out of the biggest sweet potato i've ever seen, garlie aioli, carmel dip for apples, mustard sauce, red wine, apple pie moonshine that J made herself.

and friday, i went to costco for the first time (in korea). i overloaded on cheese (sharp cheddar, parmesan, and brie), balsamic vinaigrette, wheat tortillas, pace salsa, salted chocolate, sour warheads, onion bagels, black olives, and a tom n toms gift card. (i wanted the 25lb cat food, but i didn't know if i could carry it all the way home). buying bulk items and subsequently carrying them on public transportation is an experience everyone should have.

the last week has been food heaven. (we've also begun planning several thanksgiving dinners yummmmm)
and my canned pumpkin just came in the mail. best.

this:
is the sweet potato we made into fries. mammoth sweet potato.

부산 international film festival

this weekend was "biff" and little sleep. this weekend was watching movie after movie and sipping in lattes to stay awake. this weekend was waiting in lines and sitting on the beach and finding theaters. this weekend was only eating popcorn once and being terribly sad about it. this weekend was looking at the ocean and pretending it was lake michigan. this weekend was finally fall. 

three nights away from little nim. the first night was spent with margaritas and burritos and cribbage and a J's couch. the next morning was waking up and catching the subway before taking the 6am bullet train to busan. the day was spent watching "face of an angel" and missing "the drop" and wallowing in soda and popcorn. that night was hunting for a place to stay, finding it, and ending the night with bloody mary's and burgers, and falling asleep at 9. 

the next morning was waking up at five and wearing layers and getting in line at 6 to buy more tickets. waiting in line was fun and filled with starbucks and scones and word games and people games. the late morning was watching "is the man who is tall happy?" and listening to noam chomsky's wisdom. the afternoon was spent walking to an art museum and dozing in a sunny park. the evening was watching "whiplash" and wanting to watch it over again right away. and the night was watching "the homesman" and wondering what exactly happened and.. why. the night ended with long island iced teas and sitting alone at the beach listening to the waves. 

the next morning was an early train again. all morning. hours. looking at the window and listening to musical jams. and trying to walk on the train and finally arriving in cheonan. and getting subway sandwiches. and catching a bus for another hour home. 

there was a lot going on this weekend. and it finished with sunday, resting and laying in bed and catching up on grey's and scandal and playing with cat. and falling asleep early again. because i always fall asleep early.