-indulging in my mom's refreshingly cold, sweet kim chi at 12 midnight.
There is nothing in this world ethereal like the taste of the most immaculate kim chi. At a delicately perfect level of succulence, tempered with the chilling cold of the refridgerator, kim chi, eaten entirely by itself (especially during the clandestine eerie hours of midnight), can truly slay a soul.
I pick one with gingerly with chopsticks, and watch the honey run down the blade.
I mean it folks, this is killingly good.