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Had a meeting with a client last week. Sheās moving to Korea and shared her version of āsoul foodā with myself and colleague. These were so sweet - natures mochi almostā¦ Loved the texture, and she served them on the sweetest china Iāve ever seen. She says the shipping cost was insane because they were imported from Korea - but well worth it, wow.
Jun 18, 2025
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Soy sauce marinated beef, shredded, w/ chilies. Stored and served cold. My peeps either gate-keeping or folks sleeping on the stuff.
The method: š + š³ + sesame oil and a splash of that jangjurim soy sauce. Wrap š„¢ each bite in Korean seaweed (ghim). Trust.
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spicy and crunchy and slightly sweet. basically heaven. best enjoyed with a green iced tea on a warm day in the sunshine
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I hope you keep what resonates, and leave what doesnāt. I deleted IG for years. I got back on last August and have felt compelled to write - usually in moments where Iām broken open. My most recent piece I lay here for you:
My Melodramatic Dispatch š (pt 1 of ?)
TLDR: The girls are fighting but theyāre metaphors.Ā Enjoy :)
(ft. life lately)
I like to think that Quiet and Silence are like sisters.
And whatās the difference between them?
Quiet sighs sweetly with you in small and unnoticed moments--like pausing to admire spring blossoms, or the stillness after finishing a book you didnāt want to end.
She reaches for your hand and pulls you close--offering an embrace during lifeās painful moments.
In grief, she sits beside you, feeling your ache and holding space for precious memories.
She smiles wryly as two strangers catch eyes--feeling the world fade, and the pull of an invisible thread between them.
When words fall short in sacred moments, she holds the fragile stillness of a shared, knowing gaze.
Quiet is a gentle strength.
She is permission to savor, to soften,
to stay.
Quiet is a doe resting peacefully on a sunlit patch of earth, present & unafraid.
Silence looks at you sharply, unrelenting.Ā She sees past your facade and dares you to face the truth.
She sits--sovereign & accusing--in the breathless gap of a loverās quarrel.
Her presence--undeniable and weighty--strips you bare, leaving only your soul.
She leans against the doorway, arms crossed, as your lover walks through it, slamming the door behind them.
She doesnāt flinch.
She walks over, kneels beside you,
& calmly places a hand on your shoulder.
Silence is not cruel,
but a reckoning.
She rages.
She deafens & consumes.
She is a wave--denying you air as she pulls you under the weight of her.
As sisters, of course they argue.
They arrive at the door of your moment--an unanswered text, an awkward pause, a delayed response--& bicker about who the waiting belongs to.
Silence sneers, mocking your vulnerability.Ā She floods your head with panic, cringe, & regret.
Quiet protests gently, insisting thereās no need to spiral--nothing has been lost: not your dignity, not your strength, not your beauty or worth.Ā
Ironically during the purgatory of a message left unanswered, or the unnatural lull in connection,Ā
you have neither sister.
Only a cacophony of what-ifs & anxiety.
But as sisters, of course they reconcile.Ā (To be continuedā¦)
6d ago
Felt like this lines up with that new TikTok trend (yes - before you raise your nose up at me - I do enjoy TikTokās). Itās a trend where women show the juxtaposition of them in casual/masculine leaning outfits, and then them in ultra feminine/glam looks. Itās fun.
Jun 18, 2025
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https://open.substack.com/pub/caitlynrichardson/p/building-a-cathedral-of-what-could?r=5301mi&utm_medium=ios
Read if youāre in a place to be cracked openā¦. Never felt so seen before by a piece of modern writing. Listening on Substacks audio feature on repeat because thereās still so much to soak up. Love her writing. Wow.
Jun 18, 2025