I’ve never seen the crow turn its beak up at anything. After all, they’re flex-time carrion eaters. Coco (we finally named the bird) will even pluck the hairs from my nostrils without the slightest hesitation.
So I was a little surprised today when I carried some leftover soy chicken with kimchi and rice to the pen Coco shares with a small cohort of silkies. He grabbed a piece of the fermented cabbage and shuddered with the same involuntary gesture I make when I accidentally visualize Chris Christie being lowered onto his wife with a chain hoist.
Maybe it’s just my kimchi. But I made it just like your Korean grandma does- at home, in a five gallon pickle bucket. Didn’t use anchovies, though.