If Only Every Soccer Game Ended This Way

All these weekends that Bob's been heading into southwest London to play soccer (I know we're supposed to say "football," but somehow it never emerges from our mouths before the s-word), neither of us realised how close he's been going to the Korean yumminess of New Malden. Well, for some reason, we noticed today, and Bob came back from his game very tired (not necessarily from the game, but from navigating the various train and bus delays he encountered), dirty (after being rained and hailed on during his game--but he scored his team's only goal), and bearing tonight's dinner. We started with japchae (fragrant stir-fried potato noodles),

thoroughly enjoyed our bibimbap (mixed vegetables, fried egg, and gochujang hot-pepper paste over rice) main courses,and barely had enough room left to start on our dteok (slightly sweet rice cakes, with various additions of fruit, nuts, honey, sesame seeds, and sweet red beans).

Soccer's not so bad, after all!