Due to our illnesses this year, we were unable to get together with my husband's family to celebrate the holidays. We received a lovely package of gifts for the whole family yesterday, including a box of these:
These are traditional Korean cookies, apparently. The box said as much. I am not much of an adventurous eater, and I've never gained an appreciation for Korean spices, despite my husband's enthusiasm for the flavors of his birth country. I mean, my man loves dried, seasoned cuttlefish and fried cucumbers as much as he loves his mac-n-cheese with hot dogs cut up in it. And bulgogi? Fuggeddaboudit.
Anyway, I admired the box of cookies from afar, and poked at a cookie a bit. Asian sweets tend to be bland to the american palatte, and these seemed to be some sort of puffed rice thing coated with sesame seeds. Still, it's a cookie, right? I have to try it.
My husband and I each selected a different flavor. Or maybe the sesame seeds were just a different color. I'm sure there is a subtle flavor variance that my abused tastebuds can't detect. Anyway, we bit in at the same time.
"Mmmm." I said, testing the waters.
"Mmmm." He echoed, raising his eyebrows.
"It tastes...interesting." I offered, chewing slowly.
"Like those styrofoam packing peanuts, coated in bird seed!" He added.
We ate the whole box, kids joining in whole-heartedly. I mean, they said "Cookies" on the box, and even if they were sort of like flavorless cheetos that had been rolled in dirt, they were supposed to be a treat, and here at Three Kid Circus, we don't leave a treat unfinished. It's just not our way.