"Get what you have to
buy and come out quickly."
I knew my husband would sit
in the car, reading the newspaper and urge me to get out quickly. But contrary
to expectations, he took the lead with a cart. I was following him and then
snooped around looking for bargains. My husband went straight to the vegetable department.
And stayed in the fish department for a long time.
My husband worked in a
vegetable shop in the early 70s for just a few days. Does he remember those
days? He was serious choosing the thick layer of the scallions, pressing inside
the Napa cabbage and tapping the watermelon and choose something fresh and
delicious. The husband's choice of fish is more prudent. He see the eyes and
the color of the fish, but he press it with his hands, pick it out fresh one,
and rinse the fishy hands as if he is satisfied.
The husband's family, whose
hometown is Hamkyong-do, has great enthusiasm for fish. The mother-in-law buys
the flounders every time she goes the market. She sit on the floor and trim the
flounders. Some of them preserve in salt to make sikhye and dry in a net what's
left. At the table, the family members have no conversation only enjoy eating
fish.
Not only does eat a fish
eyeball, skin, or flesh, but also eat fish head. It can be reminiscent of ‘the
animal kingdom.’ As if the zebra caught by a lion was disintegrating without
being shape. I just watch my husband as if became a Heine with only hold
chopsticks. Sometimes, he feels sorry to me and give a big piece of flesh.
I snooped at the butcher's.
My husband, who hates meat looked at me with a curt eye. I heard the loud
sound, "why do you pick up the rib pack that is not on sale?” It was the
cry of a middle-aged man whose wife was holding a pack of ribs next to him. The
women who had been shopping around were looking around in amazement and
giggling in silence. She put down it she had held. Somehow I felt bitter about
the sense of fellowship we were heading in the same boat.
"Why pick up the bad
ramen?" I avoided the look of my husband, who looked at me with a glare.
When my husband goes out to meet his friends, I enjoy watching TV and eating
ramen. When the hot and cool broth of Ramen goes down the throat, the stress
that has accumulated for a while seems to be getting washed away. When the
husband cares about something else, I slipped a pack of ramen deep into the
cart.
When I saw the fillet of
flounders I was happy as if had met the savior. The freezer is full of
flounders. I don't have to worry about preparing meals for a while. My husband
is happy, whenever there are the flounders. He'll boil, saute and fry them to
eat.
My husband, who is broad looking, would the wide
flounders be so good? I prefer saury. Come to think of that. I look like a
saury!