20210814 #breakfastdiary 179, 26°C/mostly cloudy, 47min/exercise
Coat a pan with olive oil, add a little salt and pepper, and blanch the prettiest asparagus in the world. Serve with a boiled egg, a little vinaigrette, and whole grain mustard. #grilledasparagus
We live as though the countryside doesn't exist. It's a place that appears and vanishes only briefly on some rural-life show nobody watches on a schedule, functioning as little more than a backdrop for reality shows where celebrities leisurely fish and cook.
(Kim Do-hoon, 'Poombapan Goddess' Beodri Might Be Someone's Favorite Diva of All Time)
That's what the countryside is to city dwellers. To those who enjoy BTS and K-pop, or classical music, tango, and bossa nova, the festival music of a rural marketplace belongs to an entirely different world that, for them, doesn't exist. And yet it plainly does.
After reading the article in the morning paper, I looked up 'Poombapan Goddess Beodri' on YouTube. A large crowd had gathered at a rural market, joyfully enjoying the goddess's music, and she seemed to have quite a few devoted fans. (Of course, finding any trace of the late poombapan master Kim Si-ra was impossible.) In any case, until not long ago, #Leenalchi too belonged to a world that didn't exist for most ordinary people.