So, the first Robotics competition is done. Not particularly good, but the VCU regional almost always blows anyways. I tried to keep up the team spirit, and it went alright. But 3 days of 5:00AM showtime and 11:30PM sleep time plus 16 hours of standing on solid concrete can do a lot to a person.

My parents were kind enough to stop by a global foods store and then at a little Korean place down the road and pick up a whole lot of good asian eats. Lunch today was Yaki-Mandu, peppered bean sprouts, salted boiled garlic spinach, peppered burdock roots, peppered mum-mums (my childhood name and current name for pickled daikon, a gigantic radish), salted smoked and peppered mackerel, boiled spiced turnip greens, pickled and peppered cucumbers, and a whole lot of steaming rice.

I started to realize something. I have the best of both worlds when it comes to food. My mom is from Korea, and I absolutely love all sorts of asian foods, including Vietnamese, Thai, Chinese, Japanese, and Korean. Then my dad is from North Carolina, leaving me with a love of "real" soul food, the sausage gravy, biscuits, grits, fried okra, collard greens, kale, mustard greens, rhudebegah, fried chicken, country fried steak and peas, cole slaw, pulled pork, chitlins, and so on.

Now I know I'm going to college in North Carolina, I just need to find out where the good asian eats are in Raleigh.