When I was young my mother used to make a fruit salad for us kids and put a maraschino cherry on top.
When I got this plate of pasta at a Gangneung restaurant I was a bit taken aback, but I went with it.
I think it was as difficult, mentally, to eat the baby octopus as it was to eat dog meat. The pasta was good, but the image of what I ate remained with me through the meal.
However, I would eat both of those again before I would eat some of the things I see in the fish markets. I'll have to take some pics to show why I am turned off . . .
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