I’ll never forget my first taste of Korean Fried Chicken.
I was pregnant with our third, and we had just finished an epic three week trip in Thailand to visit family with our two toddlers. The whole time we had been in Thailand, my Thai sister-n-law, Oi, had been talking about a Korean Fried Chicken place near their apartment that I had to try.
But sadly in the midst of her working and us in our flurry of visiting friend and family and shopping we never got the chance to go together.
But while my Thai Hubby and I packed in a frenzy our four massive bags bursting with Thai snacks, Thai souvenirs and a mountain of kids clothes, Oi waited in line at BonChon to get me some beloved Korean Fried Chicken that we could eat on the plane on our way home.
As we boarded the plane with our bag of Korean Fried Chicken in hand, and said farewell to Thailand, I felt like I was leaving part of my heart behind.
Thailand is our other home, a land flowing with cheap, delicious Thai food and people speaking Thai everywhere, unlike at home where ok Thai food is triple the price, and our kids think the only people who speak Thai are the five of us.
We were flying ANA, a Japanese airline, and the dinner food choices we were fish, something I normally like, but whenever I’m pregnant one whiff of fish, and I’m searching for a barf bag, especially super fishy smelling airplane food fish.
Korean Fried Chicken saved the day. I can still remember my heavy heart as the plane lifted off, rummaging through the pile of bags at my feet to find the Korean Fried Chicken bag.
With my first bite of the crispy chicken coated with spicy and sweet, thick, dark red sauce, my heart felt lighter. My mouth was burning with the firey flavor, but instead of painful it felt more like a cozying up to a warm fire on a cold fall night.
I savored every bite knowing I wouldn’t get to experience it again for who knows how long.
That 28 hour flight from Bangkok to Japan to Houston to Austin with our two toddlers was like running a marathon in a desert because we were all cranky with exhaustion from three weeks packed with adventures.
I don’t think I would have survived if I hadn’t had the Korean Fried Chicken to give me my starting fuel.
I hadn’t eaten Korean Fried Chicken since sitting on the plane in Thailand, and while my Thai sister-n-law was here we decided we had to make it.
It took awhile, and was a labor of love, but well worth every minute. We all couldn’t stop saying, “Alroy mak! (So delicious!)” with every bite, and our toddlers were fighting over the last pieces.
If you have a heavy heart, or even if you are feeling joyful, Thai-Style Korean Fried Chicken will make any day even better! Try out our recipe, and let us know what you think!
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