This Saturday it’s my mom’s birthday so my sister has Greyhounded her way back home to celebrate.
Friday night. We eat at Rice Paper, which is my mom’s choice because of the black seasame ice-cream that she can only find at this restaurant. It is black as charcoal, and very very good. Then my mom asks where my sister is going afterward – she first looks at my dad, then replies: I can’t say.
Can I come? I ask, having a hunch that it’s related to the birthday gift, since we had texted that morning about this very bugaboo.
Later, we’re in the car and it’s 10:15pm. The malls are closed, so where will my sister be shopping for my mom?
We drive on Yonge Street to Galleria, the Korean supermarket that is open until midnight. I’m so excited to come here! she exclaims as we wheel into a parking spot.
I’ve been her maybe twice in my life because T&T is my life support – a Chinese-Canadian girl’s gotta have her priorities. But I agree with my sister that this is a pretty exciting place. Starting at the produce section, I stop to peer at the mess of damp green strands of vegetable that are helpfully labelled as flowering ferns. I wander over to the herbs and smell the Korean chives, long and slender green blades. Then I see enormous fruit that remind me of Asian pears in colour and firmness, but are actually singo pear. And at a pretty penny too – $6.99 for two, or $8.99 for three!
I’m totally wandering from my sister at this point, so continue on my trail of curiousity .. to the bakery of course! By this time, everything has closed, so there are only wrapped segments being sold at reduced prices: log cakes, individual slices of log cake, and sweet Korean rice cakes in white, green and pink moulds small enough to pop into your mouth! I remember having some at a Korean wedding, and they work up a chew with its gumminess.

Photo courtesy of The Happy Tummy Blog
Then I see stacks of white discs bagged up in twisty-ties. Rice pop! I remember breaking into these light rice snacks at my friend’s house in high school. I add a bag into my cart, which already contains king oyster mushrooms, zucchini, bananas, and glass noodles called chapche. Did I mention that my sister has the good fortune of living with three Korean housemates, and to say there’s been culinary sharing is the easiest way to describe the adventures in their kitchen. Rumour has it that this Korean grocery shopping trip will make its way into a birthday meal for our mom.
What else, what else. Red bean syrup in a collapsable bag with a bottle cap closure (for red bean ice), massive jugs of vinegar (to prepare kimchi, I can only imagine), and okonomiyaki sauce next to the mayonaise (for Japanese pancakes.
Really, I could take you through the entire store, but one of the things I found the most interesting was the variety of kimchi. Here I thought radish, hot chili and some garlic were the only elements to this firey sidedish. Thanks to a few great expositions by the Walrus, Saveur, we are no longer left in the dark.

Dongchimi kimchi, Photo courtesy of US Army Korea IMCOM
Oh, and the young couples doing their late night shopping is a pretty cute sight – not a bad way to start the weekend with your significant other ;-)
At 11:45pm, we wait in line at the cashier, and I’m excited for the Korean dish my sister will cook up this weekend!