love Recipe

Love Recipe

"What time can you come home dad today?"
It was about store closing time that my son Andrew called.

"Well, about eight twenty(8:20?").
"Then would you call me back when you reach around George Washington Bridge?"

"All right."

The boiler that can be called the heart of the cleaner was troubled all day, so I had to run back and forth all day long.

The weather was so hot.
When I received my son 's phone call, I was already flat out.
I assumed the call was about dinner. Because I remembered that he told me he would serve steak one day.

I guessed it was because of matching my arriving time.

Opening the front door, the smell of steak grilling spread like a music in the house.
I was starving because of the busier and worse day than the ordinary day.
The string bean and mushroom along with the steak were put on a white plate.
The smell and the sight together stimulated my appetite.
When he finished saying "Have a nice meal ~!", the fork and knife
in my hand were already in operation.
I was surprised at the moment when I cut the steak and put it in my mouth.
Like when the raffle ticket of the church bazaar I bought without any expectation was won by the iPhone.
That evening, the steak was a big hit.

Sometimes I eat ramen noodles that my big boy cooks.
I did not expect the starter chef's steak taste to be so great.
My son was wondering about my reaction.
When I said, "The best steak I've ever tasted!", my son's face was brightened, and a smile appeared in his mouth.
My son's baked steak had the power to blow away the day's hardship and fatigue.

After dinner, I was totally refreshed, not only body but mind, too.
My son uses his own recipe to spice up the steak.
He must have put together many sauces, including a 'spice of love'.
After dinner, I told my son rather seriously.
"Junki, what do you think about being a cook in the future?"
Hearing that, my son seemed to be a little bit confused.
But for me, it was a serious talk.
"The steak you made was delicious, and after eating, I was so happy.
"Aren't you happy because I'm happy?
So If you become a chef, you are going to be happy seeing people satisfied with the meal that you've prepared?
I want you to live a happy life.
My son nodded and agreed with me.
He, however, replied that the "political administration" he was majoring in is also so much fun that he would study more.
He added that cooking would be a hobby,

In Korean 살림 means livelihood, but also means 'giving a life'.
살림doesn't simply refer to the work of cooking, washing, cleaning and raising children at home,By doing 살림,he(she) also offers a new and fresh life to family members.

If we think deeply, 'salim' is giving life to someone.
It is not just living on my own, but living and saving someone's life.
Salim is not only for housewives but for all of us.
Salim makes everyone happy.
So whether my son will be a chef or a politician, or a head of a family, I hope he will be a person who is very good at doing '살림', who makes people happy, As a result, he would be a happy man.

I might learn my son's secret recipe, and treat my family delicious steak on weekend.