I got arrested yesterday.

By a 5 year old boy.

I walked into my ‘Tiny Talk’ kindergarten class, and Julius came roaring up to me making siren noises, grabbed my wrists saying “Teacher…me…policeman”, dragged me across the room and pantomimed locking me in jail. Luckily, Laura staged a daring jail break and freed me so I could teach the class.

The above scenario was a deviation from their normal greeting – which involves drawing a graveyard and ghosts on the whiteboard, turning off the lights and hiding under the table. Then, when I come in, they all make “spooky” noises, and shout “Happy Birthday!”.

today, it’s all about food.

For starters, this is Kimchi making season. Kimchi is fermented Chinese cabbage, with red pepper paste packed between the leaves. It’s a Korean staple. A meal isn’t a meal without Kimchi and rice. 3 times a day, 7 days a week, 12 months a year…you get the picture. One of our Korean teachers helped her mother-in-law make Kimchi on the weekend…. 120 heads of cabbage worth. That’s a lot of kimchi.

Second, ahhh, Jamie “The Naked Chef” Oliver. What a wonderful program. He sounds so much like Simon, it’s a riot. I’m quite content to sit here and watch him boil potatoes all evening. Tonight he was making ravioli. yum. I can’t decide if I like the program because he’s such a cutie, or because he’s got such a great accent, or because he makes food that I just can’t get here. Either way, it makes me happy.

Third – food for thought. I borrowed the book ‘Stupid White Men’ by Michael Moore from Mike. If I were an American I would be furious. As it is, I’m just disgusted. … and I’m only on the 1st chapter.

*** SNOW *** – well, about six tiny flakes swirling past a streetlight. So really, more like a mild case of sky dandruff than snow, but as we close in on the end of November, and I’m still not wearing a winter coat, I’ll take what I can get. I was pretty excited.

My roomate Paula is playing her trombone in an orchestra concert tomorrow. I thought there would be more to say about that – but there really isn’t.

Wow, it’s not until I sit down to write a journal (which at least one other person will read) that I realize there’s not really all that much to say. I work. I eat. I sleep. rinse and repeat. Oh – and sometimes I visit the website of my favourite little Korean cartoon character. Her name is Pucca. You can visit her too at http://www.puccaclub.com I even have a little Pucca ornament on my cellphone.