our recent travels took us across state lines to what some consider ‘the garden state’, others, ‘the armpit of america’ and others still, ‘the diner state’. we went to jersey to watch the nets vs. clippers and see some live dunks from blake griffin. he didn’t put on much of a show, but the nets managed to narrow a 20 point clippers lead and head into overtime where they won by four points. the highlight of the game until the fourth quarter was probably the half-time show. basketball games i’ve realized, mean constant flashing lights and bursts of deafening music.
we’re embarking on a journey to obesity and beyond. our church organizes parish events every couple months, and the most recent was a cheesesteak crawl. some were pretty shady spots where we parked under an overpass, shuffled along unlit streets and realized that much of philly can only be described as grimy. despite eating cheese from a can, the combination of a “cheesesteak whiz wit” is worth the experience. we ended the night by cramming 20 asians and one large white man into an elevator, which proceeded to grind to a halt in protest half a floor up. we would probably still be crammed in there if not for nate who reached out and pried the doors open.
i recently read through the account of the israelites and the infamous golden calf in Exodus 32. we’re quick to scoff at their building of an idol. obvious disobedience to God. but it struck me that they had given up on Moses because he was taking so long up on the mountain. the seven chapters that fall between his ascent and their venture into idol building are long enough of a read, let alone how long it must have taken for the conversation between God and Moses to occur.
“who would’ve thought i’d miss korean food this much”, says nate, as we sit before two steaming trays of ddukbokki and kimchi jjigae clutching our splintered chopsticks in anticipation. yes. we’ve missed the watery, wilted, mangled cabbage fighting for air alongside miniature chunks of unidentifiable meat and massive squares of turnip served relentlessly at church for the past three years, and decided it was time. the food wasn’t the best, it was a shabby venue, but we established a new tradition: sunday dinner at the hmart food court.