AnotherFairportfan wrote:oldmanmickey wrote:Sgt. Howard wrote:
I first heard it in basic... and I personally LOVE Kimchee... I suspect it has to do with a white man with a mundane tongue encountering kimchee for the first time
I first heard it used by an old Korean war vet i knew when i was young. He said it had to do with how that stuff was made. Not sure about the taste but i know it cleared our vehicle assembly building once when a friend opened a jar of it for his lunch. Up until that day i thought chitlins cooking was the worst smelling thing edible i had ever encountered.
Heh.
Cartoon - i THINK it was Sergeant Mike - in Viet Nam.
"Sir - Third Squad on the radio. They have a ARVN on their left with nước mắm, ROKs on their right with kimchee and the Australians in front of them just brgan eating beans. They want permission to don gas masks"
In the old country, the small villages made enough for the entire village to supply through the Winter. It's fermented, pickled vegetables, yanno. Preserving the harvest.
They were then(unlike today, made in massive
onggi). Buried ground level for temperature control and fermentation.
Just think, someone had to go fetch it for the village. Depending on time of year, the levels were lower and lower. Most likely a foreign soldier saw this(Mother said she heard foreign soldiers use it as both a child, and a teen, and asked my Father if he knew, or if his buddies knew what they meant by it), and imagined it to be a punishment, though in reality it was a trusted job.
"Deep kimchi" is a sort of epithet to describe just how much trouble they were in, or how dire a situation was.
Most Koreans that are either old enough to remember both Conflicts that brought soldiers there, or have no sense of humour will knock you into next Tuesday if you say it in front of them.
I knocked someone into the next month for not just saying it, but also for hanging a sign up sheet in the breakroom saying that not only did my Mother and I make it this way, but I'd sell it in smaller, handmade onggi.
He made within earshot disparaging comments regarding my Mother, and the (insert expletives here) she made, and comments about her livelihood, and I slapped him. (Since I knew where he lived, I beat him home and told him to say it to my face. Then I knocked him clear into the next month...in front of his bruiser of a dad, and dared him to do something about it. He called his son a kitty...and said i wasn't worth it.)
Considering all the upper management and owners loved my Mother's cooking, they were less than amused.
They changed policies on posting personal signs in breakroom.
I ate kimchi guk every day for a month in celebration, and my Mother made management Mandu and Yakkwha as thanks for not firing me for slapping the jerkface.
Oh, to be 19 and stupid again...not!