For Korean harvest celebration we do a little ceremony for our deceased ancestors and shit. I think most traditions are bullshit, and I don’t have a religious or superstitious bone in my body but I always really appreciated this holiday. Like Thanksgiving, it’s a time of appreciation and sharing of food. The idea is that you set a table for your parents, they come with their ghost friends and you feed them a feast. My dad struggled with diabetes for many years before he passed away so he was unable to eat many of his favorite foods, so my mom and I have a really good time indulging him with all of his favorites.
But back to stupid traditions, you can’t use stuff like chili peppers, garlic or onions because apparently that drives away ghosts. When I die my kids better put that shit on the dead dinner table!
The picture ain’t doing this steak justice, I cut it off a rib roast myself, it was probably around 40 oz. And pan fried until the crust was actually crispy.
The spread. You take the chopsticks and pass it from one plate to another, and pour some booze between rounds and bow and stuff.
Mandatory ghost ceremony bibimbap. No gochujang in this one, it’s seasoned with soy sauce and sesame oil home pressed by my mom’s friend in Korea. Delicious.
