Ham hocks and kasha

When I was little, I would ask my mom what was for dinner and would often get, "ham hocks and kasha." To this day I am still not entirely clear on what kasha is, other than some kind of grain thing from eastern Europe. Ham hocks are generally not eaten, unless you live in South Korea and buy yourself the sliced up leg of a pig. Here is a story about eating (probably) ham hocks.

Tonight was a Korean food night in the small studio of Miss Jennifer Harris. As she sat around, waiting for the washing machine repair man to show up (still hasn't, grrr), she thought to herself, "It sure would be a waste if I let that pig leg I bought yesterday just sit in the fridge. I wonder if the bok choi is still good as well," and a dinner was formed. From the feet of a pig to the Asian cabbage about to go off in her enormous refrigerator she cobbled together a meal. Using soy sauce, sirracha, and some oyster sauce she made the bok choi edible. The meat was a bit easier, requiring only a few minutes in the wok and some hoisin (imported from the US as it turns out). On to the plate they went, and then quickly into her mouth, as the taste was surprisingly good. Her taste buds were pleased with her efforts and danced a happy jig.

Now Jennifer sits on her bed, fondly reminiscing about her meal, sure in the knowledge that some elves are doing her dishes... and still waiting for that fucking repair man. Seriously, he was supposed to be here an hour and a half ago.