one weekend, two festivals. And hold the “hove”.

June 17, 2013 |  Category:   dining out family growing up half life outings











I think we might be all festivaled out from the past few weekends. We didn’t set out to spend Father’s Day weekend at 2 festivals. Actually, I was looking to recreate the tradition that we started last year – spending a peaceful day strawberry picking at a farm. We did decide to go to a strawberry festival on the North Fork, but we didn’t realize what a carnival-type scene it would be, crowds and all. I thought it would be more of a quaint, relaxed country type affair – you know, where people judge the best pie and race little piglets or something, but it ended up being more like Coney Island, but in the middle of farm land. We ate lots of fried stuff and a huge strawberry shortcake big enough to feed an entire family for $5. That was pretty much the only strawberry themed item at the Strawberry Festival, but eh…like I said about Disney World, I can embrace the cheese and have fun pretty much anywhere (that’s a good skill to have, by the way. Comes in handy when doing unpredictable, family outings). Besides, I think Mark secretly enjoyed chasing after Mia with his bumper car and repeatedly slamming into her.


Saturday was spent with my dad at a Korean block party somewhere in Queens. There were performances up on stage, ping pong tables, and oddly enough, a sand pit where Korean wrestling was supposed to take place later on in the afternoon (don’t ask…I don’t know), but as it is at most street fairs, it’s usually all about the food. I think what my dad really wanted though was a bowl of noodles at some restaurant down the block because he kept dropping hints even though there was food around us everywhere. Even after finishing off a plate of rice, beef and kimchi, he kept mentioning noodles (uh…dad…do you want to go get some noodles??). Finally about an hour later, he steered us towards the restaurant he wanted to try out, giving as an excuse the fact that Miss C hadn’t eaten anything yet. When we sat down, we realized that it was a Vietnamese Pho place run by Koreans (not that there’s anything wrong with that), and not a typical Korean noodle shop like he thought. It was ok though; my dad had spent a week in Vietnam last year and had eaten plenty of Pho, but he kept asking us and the waitress if it came with “hove”. Huh? Interestingly enough, the waitress knew what he was talking about, but Mark and I were completely perplexed. What the hell is “hove”? My dad kept insisting that he didn’t want any “hove” on his noodles and told us that in Vietnam, he liked the food as long as they didn’t put any “hove” in it.
Um, ok. “Dad, I don’t what you’re saying. Hove is not a word.”
And then it hit me about 15 minutes later. He meant herb . “Hove” was herb, but he couldn’t pronounce it correctly because, well you know, it’s hard for Koreans to pronounce an ‘r’, no matter how long they’ve lived in the states. He didn’t want any cilantro on his pho. “No hove, no hove!”
I told you Koreans didn’t like cilantro.
ps. I know Michelle Obama’s name is spelled wrong in that last photo. It amuses me endlessly that Koreans still get amazed every single time they see a non-Korean person eating and enjoying kimchi. It’s the same reason why Mark gets the white person treatment at Korean restaurants, which my parents then have to correct with the waitress. Oh, you know, getting cold water instead of hot barley tea, a fork instead of chopsticks, not getting certain individual appetizers when the rest of us do. It makes him so mad.

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  • Louise June 17, 2013 at 10:59 pm

    Those festivals sound fantastic! I live in Calgary, so there’s nothing going on for us around this time of year – except for my diploma exams ?_?

  • amy June 17, 2013 at 11:57 pm

    haha! this made me laugh out loud. because my mother says “herb” like that and she hates cilantro.

  • Lara June 18, 2013 at 2:58 am

    I just looooove that picture of Mia and Claudine walking with their arms around one another. omg – those girls!

  • cantaloupe June 18, 2013 at 5:10 am

    I never would have gotten herb from hove, haha. I would have guessed hooves.

  • Nicole Underwood June 18, 2013 at 8:23 am

    haha, great post. Language stuff always makes me smile. That carnival/strawberry fest looks fun. The photos are great!

  • Renita June 18, 2013 at 3:30 pm

    Too funny …. my boyfriend gets the white person treatment at family gatherings and at home

  • Kiana June 18, 2013 at 4:11 pm

    I love cilantro! Your P.S. about Mark made me laugh. Remind me to call on you next time I´m in NY and I want Korean food. Must keep things authentic!

    • Jenna June 18, 2013 at 9:27 pm

      Well then, you’d have to go with my parents, because I rarely eat at Korean restaurants without them.

  • unha June 18, 2013 at 6:10 pm

    hah. funny!!
    i must be the only person who LOOOOVVEEESSS cilantro.

    • Jenna June 18, 2013 at 10:51 pm

      oh right. You’re my one Korean friend who loves cilantro. Actually, I have a cousin who loves cilantro too. I have to admit, I don’t dislike it as much as I used to, though still not really a fan.

  • dolittledesign June 19, 2013 at 3:58 pm

    The 2nd photo looks surreal! Looks like dolls being swung around in some kind of toy. Not a chance would I go on that ride.

    • Jenna June 19, 2013 at 7:01 pm

      Yeah, the ride goes up till the people are basically upside down. I would have gone on a ride like that when I was a teenager. No way in hell now though

  • cristina June 28, 2013 at 4:04 pm

    Beautiful pics, Jenna…

  • joohyon July 1, 2013 at 10:56 pm

    i dont like cilantro either but LOL, poor Mark. I don’t look korean so the few times I get my nails done, i just listen to all the smack they talk about everyone and just at the very end, i pop in with a few lines of korean. they get so mad, lol. i feel badly but it can be so fun. 🙂

  • Sora July 2, 2013 at 11:26 pm

    Sorry to chime in on this old post so late, but your “hove” story made me laugh out loud. Yesterday my mother asked me if I wanted “rickies.” I said, “What?!” She kept saying “ricky.” Finally, she brought me a plate and mystery solved…they were lychees! I tried not to laugh too hard in front of her.