The beautiful thing about living in Pocheon is not just relegated to its mountainous landscape, nor the enjoyment of thermal waters that lurk within many of its surrounding spas, nor the delicious foods and beverages that have claimed its fame, but the maintenance and preservation of a tradition that is called "Community". And so it is that we fall upon one of my favorite times of the year known as ¡®Kimjang¡¯! That¡¯s right; you might be surprised to discover that a foreigner actually enjoys making kimchi or for that matter knows how. In fact, I have had the privilege and honor of ¡®Kimjanging¡¯ for the past ten years.
It¡¯s true, in this day and age of modernized gadgets, and the lack of quality time with family, not to mention that this staple food of Koreans can be had at your local supermarket, we still find many Koreans up to their elbows in salt water soaked cabbage. Unfortunately, many Koreans complain about this type of work especially the women of the country. For me, it¡¯s not work, but play-time with some of the best food ingredients this country is known for, baechoo ¹èÃß moo ¹«¿ì myulchijeot¸êÄ¡Á£, and Gochookaroo °íÃß°¡·çto name a few. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. But it is more than just the act of creating something beautiful and delicious that intrigues me about this time of year; it¡¯s the communal love and intimacy of preserving one of this country¡¯s greatest traditions.
So, for the past few days I found myself driving to a friend¡¯s house just outside of Pocheon ready to embark on a journey to Kimjang nirvana. The first two days were spent washing and salting the cabbages, in addition to preparing the yangnyum. When I put on my rubber gloves to prepare the yangnyum, I felt like a surgeon ready to perform the most delicate of operations or an artist creating a masterpiece. The last day was spent rinsing and stuffing the cabbages with our magical concoction of yangnyum.
All in all, there were about ten people, friends, neighbors and some of my friend¡¯s relatives that found themselves shoulder to shoulder, laughing, and singing and masterfully applying their craft. No one appeared to be complaining about the cold fresh autumn air because we were having too much fun and Mr. Kim, my friend¡¯s Dad, was walking around giving us shots of soju. In addition, every day we took a break from our labor of love to enjoy a beautifully prepared feast that Mrs. Kim and her sister made. Of course, the meal wouldn¡¯t have been complete without Mr. Kim¡¯s world famous Dong Dong Ju! In the end, I think we made about one hundred and forty baechoo kimchi.
As time passes, I worry about Korea¡¯s future generations. Even when I ask my students about Kimjang, many of them do not have the opportunity or worse, do not care about this wonderful cultural tradition. So my message to all Koreans, do not forget who you are, where you came from, and most of all, do not forget to teach your children the wonderful meaning of Kimjang and Community!