multicultural breakfast

Yesterday, due to unavoidable circumstances, I could not help but treat myself to a good breakfast. It was raining cats and dogs and I reckoned I had to make myself happy. At 9 am, I fixed my own meal (my mom went for a much needed sleep--fyi, she wakes up at 3:30 am to prepare for my father's arrival) consisting of black coffee, one cup rice and two hotdogs on top, and kimchi.

Yes, kimchi. My mom is an expert in making one now.


The rice bowl is Japanese; kimchi and chopsticks, Korean; rice is Asian;  the viand and coffee, western. Perfect.