Today, my mother taught me how to make doenjang jjigae. I had asked her to show me, since I’m moving into an apartment-style at school in August and I won’t have a meal plan. Besides, I’m not sure if a life without jjigae is a life at all. I sat at the wooden island in our little kitchen as she boiled the broth, added the meat, the vegetables. The doenjang paste.
