Every year, there's one night on which everyone from church, (young, middle-aged, and old), gather and spend together. That night is New Year's eve. While some other folks in America might visit their own family and friends or others might go to New York City and join the crowd at watching the count-down ball blow-up, we, (our church members and I), celebrate in our own semi-traditional fashion. It is partly mixed with Korean culture and our church's own little twist.
Earlier on before the night begins, several of the older women noisily crowd in the church's kitchen to put their cooking skills to the test. Of course, they make the same thing as they do each year, but it always seems to taste a little better. Few women may be preparing the Korean stew with small rice pastry, shreds of beef, and dried seaweed. One or two ladies may be working on the side egg soup. And finally, as the clock ticks closer to dinnertime, they start cooking the vegetable fried rice, and sometimes sausage as well. Slowly around 6 to 7 pm, the early birds start to arrive and come in the fellowship with empty stomachs. They're mainly the elders of the church, the pastor, the adults that live