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Day 28: Japchae

The weather was windy and wild this Thursday, and I spent less time outside, walking the dog.  I missed that. I also accidentally deleted my picture of dinner.  But it was delicious, trust me!

Steel-cut Oats with Fruit
I made these oats Wednesday night, so they'd be ready for breakfast.  Steel cut are just so much more substantial than old-fashioned.  We have a ton of sweetened coconut left from the cake, because I measured before I sweetened/re-hydrated.  Whoops! But that means treats like bananas and coconut on oats for breakfast.

Leftover Japanese Curry
We didn't have a starchy vehicle for this, but it was delicious on its own.  Later in the day, Jeff rolled some up in a tortilla for a snack.  We're all about "fusion cuisine," here in Distance!
Japchae
This dish is a favorite of ours (second shout-out to Maangchi and her wonderful Korean food blog!), and I'm so glad that there is one more portion of sweet potato noodles left in our pantry for another day.  Usually, we make this japchae as written, with beef, but today we didn't have any.  Instead, I had a full carton of shiitake mushrooms.  So we made a swap.  It's a visually lovely dish, full of color (red pepper, orange carrots, yellow egg yolk omlette, bright green spinach and onions). 

Visit the recipe to watch a delightful video and get the idea. :)

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