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Linda가 말했습니다.
영자가 설레는 마음으로 Linda의 집에 갔습니다.
부엌이 따뜻하고 향긋했습니다.
Linda가 레시피 카드를 꺼냈습니다.
영자가 물었습니다.
Linda가 웃으며 말했습니다.
두 사람이 나란히 서서 사과 껍질을 벗겼습니다.
다음으로 Linda가 말했습니다.
Linda가 얇게 사과를 썰었습니다.
영자가 따라 했습니다.
영자가 물었습니다.
Linda가 향신료 통을 열어줬습니다.
영자가 냄새를 맡았습니다.
Linda가 말했습니다.
영자가 웃으며 말했습니다.
파이를 오븐에 넣을 때 Linda가 말했습니다.
영자가 물었습니다.
In Korea we use Celsius. 375F is... about 190C? "
Linda가 놀라며 말했습니다.
영자가 웃으며 말했습니다.
45분 후. 파이가 나왔습니다.
황금빛 크러스트. 달콤한 냄새.
두 사람이 한 조각씩 먹었습니다.
영자가 말했습니다.
Linda가 말했습니다.
영자가 말했습니다.
Kimchi jeon. Peel, slice, mix, fry — that's all! "
Linda가 말했습니다.
Linda invites Young-ja to make apple pie together.
Linda says, "First — peel the apples."
Young-ja asks, "Peel means take off the skin?"
"Yes! Exactly!"
They peel apples together.
Then they slice them thin.
Then mix with sugar and cinnamon.
Young-ja asks, "Cinnamon? What is that?"
She smells it. "Oh! 계피! Same in Korea!"
They put the pie in the oven. 375 degrees. 45 minutes.
The pie comes out golden and delicious.
Young-ja says, "Now I understand why Americans love apple pie!"
Linda says, "Next time you teach me Korean food!"
Young-ja smiles. "Deal! Kimchi jeon — next Saturday!"
Linda invites Young-ja to make apple pie on Saturday.
In Linda's warm kitchen, they work side by side.
Linda teaches the recipe step by step.
"Peel the apples first — take off the skin."
"Then slice them thin, like this."
"Then mix with sugar and cinnamon."
Young-ja learns that cinnamon is 계피 in Korean — the same spice!
When they put the pie in the oven, Linda says "375 degrees for 45 minutes."
Young-ja asks, "Fahrenheit? In Korea we use Celsius. 375F is about 190C, right?"
Linda is impressed. "You know that?"
"I Googled it last week. I was confused too!"
After 45 minutes the pie comes out perfect — golden and fragrant.
Young-ja takes one bite. "Now I truly understand why Americans love apple pie!"
Linda says, "Great cooking partner!"
Young-ja promises: "Next Saturday — I teach you kimchi jeon.
Peel, slice, mix, fry — that's all! "
Saturday morning, Young-ja crossed the hall with a clean apron and her good knife
tucked into her bag because she trusted her own knife above all others.
Linda's kitchen was already warm — oven preheating, a bowl of apples on the counter,
the smell of butter somewhere in the background.
"Okay!" Linda said, producing a handwritten recipe card with the confidence of someone
who had been making this pie for thirty years. "Apples first. We peel them."
Young-ja nodded. "Peel — that means remove the skin, yes?"
"Exactly. Peel equals take off the skin."
They stood at the counter side by side, peeling apples.
Young-ja moved with a speed and neatness that made Linda stop and stare.
"Where did you learn to peel like that?"
"My mother. Every autumn. Korean pears."
"Same technique?"
"Fruit is fruit."
"Slice them thin now — like this." Linda demonstrated.
Young-ja matched her pace exactly, thin even half-moons filling the bowl.
"Then we mix with sugar and cinnamon."
Young-ja watched Linda shake the cinnamon jar.
She took it and smelled it carefully.
Her eyes went wide.
"Oh! This is 계피!"
"Keh-pi?"
"계피. Korean. We use it in a traditional cold drink — 수정과.
Cinnamon, dried persimmon, ginger. Very good in winter. "
Linda looked at the jar. "Same spice. Different country."
"Different name. Same smell." Young-ja smiled.
The pie went into the oven. Linda set the timer.
"Three seventy-five for forty-five minutes."
Young-ja pulled out her phone and typed something quickly.
"375 Fahrenheit is..." she squinted at the result.
"190 Celsius. In Korea we use Celsius. I Googled the conversion last week
because I was very confused by oven temperatures here. "
Linda looked at her with an expression Young-ja had learned to recognize —
the face people made when she surprised them.
"Young-ja. You Googled Fahrenheit to Celsius conversions."
"Yes. Was that wrong?"
"No. That is exactly right." Linda laughed. "That is very you."
Forty-five minutes later the pie emerged — golden, fragrant, the crust perfectly browned.
They cut two slices and sat at the kitchen table.
Young-ja took one careful bite.
The apples were soft and just tart. The cinnamon — the 계피 — warm underneath everything.
"I understand now," she said.
"Understand what?"
"Why Americans say 'as American as apple pie.'
It tastes like home. Even to me, and I'm Korean. "
Linda looked at her slice. Then at Young-ja.
"That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my pie."
Young-ja stood to carry the plates to the sink.
"Next Saturday — my turn. I teach you kimchi jeon.
Peel, slice, mix, fry. That's all it is. "
"Will it taste like home too?"
Young-ja considered.
"It will taste like my home. But maybe — that is the same thing."
Linda invites Young-ja to make apple pie together.
Linda says, "First — peel the apples."
Young-ja asks, "Peel means take off the skin?"
"Yes! Exactly!"
They peel apples together.
Then they slice them thin.
Then mix with sugar and cinnamon.
Young-ja asks, "Cinnamon? What is that?"
She smells it. "Oh! 계피! Same in Korea!"
They put the pie in the oven. 375 degrees. 45 minutes.
The pie comes out golden and delicious.
Young-ja says, "Now I understand why Americans love apple pie!"
Linda says, "Next time you teach me Korean food!"
Young-ja smiles. "Deal! Kimchi jeon — next Saturday!"
Linda invites Young-ja to make apple pie on Saturday.
In Linda's warm kitchen, they work side by side.
Linda teaches the recipe step by step.
"Peel the apples first — take off the skin."
"Then slice them thin, like this."
"Then mix with sugar and cinnamon."
Young-ja learns that cinnamon is 계피 in Korean — the same spice!
When they put the pie in the oven, Linda says "375 degrees for 45 minutes."
Young-ja asks, "Fahrenheit? In Korea we use Celsius. 375F is about 190C, right?"
Linda is impressed. "You know that?"
"I Googled it last week. I was confused too!"
After 45 minutes the pie comes out perfect — golden and fragrant.
Young-ja takes one bite. "Now I truly understand why Americans love apple pie!"
Linda says, "Great cooking partner!"
Young-ja promises: "Next Saturday — I teach you kimchi jeon.
Peel, slice, mix, fry — that's all! "
Saturday morning, Young-ja crossed the hall with a clean apron and her good knife
tucked into her bag because she trusted her own knife above all others.
Linda's kitchen was already warm — oven preheating, a bowl of apples on the counter,
the smell of butter somewhere in the background.
"Okay!" Linda said, producing a handwritten recipe card with the confidence of someone
who had been making this pie for thirty years. "Apples first. We peel them."
Young-ja nodded. "Peel — that means remove the skin, yes?"
"Exactly. Peel equals take off the skin."
They stood at the counter side by side, peeling apples.
Young-ja moved with a speed and neatness that made Linda stop and stare.
"Where did you learn to peel like that?"
"My mother. Every autumn. Korean pears."
"Same technique?"
"Fruit is fruit."
"Slice them thin now — like this." Linda demonstrated.
Young-ja matched her pace exactly, thin even half-moons filling the bowl.
"Then we mix with sugar and cinnamon."
Young-ja watched Linda shake the cinnamon jar.
She took it and smelled it carefully.
Her eyes went wide.
"Oh! This is 계피!"
"Keh-pi?"
"계피. Korean. We use it in a traditional cold drink — 수정과.
Cinnamon, dried persimmon, ginger. Very good in winter. "
Linda looked at the jar. "Same spice. Different country."
"Different name. Same smell." Young-ja smiled.
The pie went into the oven. Linda set the timer.
"Three seventy-five for forty-five minutes."
Young-ja pulled out her phone and typed something quickly.
"375 Fahrenheit is..." she squinted at the result.
"190 Celsius. In Korea we use Celsius. I Googled the conversion last week
because I was very confused by oven temperatures here. "
Linda looked at her with an expression Young-ja had learned to recognize —
the face people made when she surprised them.
"Young-ja. You Googled Fahrenheit to Celsius conversions."
"Yes. Was that wrong?"
"No. That is exactly right." Linda laughed. "That is very you."
Forty-five minutes later the pie emerged — golden, fragrant, the crust perfectly browned.
They cut two slices and sat at the kitchen table.
Young-ja took one careful bite.
The apples were soft and just tart. The cinnamon — the 계피 — warm underneath everything.
"I understand now," she said.
"Understand what?"
"Why Americans say 'as American as apple pie.'
It tastes like home. Even to me, and I'm Korean. "
Linda looked at her slice. Then at Young-ja.
"That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my pie."
Young-ja stood to carry the plates to the sink.
"Next Saturday — my turn. I teach you kimchi jeon.
Peel, slice, mix, fry. That's all it is. "
"Will it taste like home too?"
Young-ja considered.
"It will taste like my home. But maybe — that is the same thing."
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