I'm in love with a beautiful lady

Her English name is Nicole. She's the cook/cleaner at Feinschule. I have never eaten food this fantastic at a school. Today we had jjajang-bap, which, loosely translated, means jjajang and rice. I'm a linguist, I know. I can't show a picture because blogspot is messing with me, but basically it's nothing fancy to look at. But the taste...at least this particular jjajang was absolutely fantastic. Basically it's a thick black sauce that's soy-esque and filled with vegetables (carrots, some kind of squash, other veggy things that they eat here constantly) and a little bit of meat for flavor and consistency, all topped over steamed rice. Simple. Elegant. Fantastic.

I haven't gone hungry this entire week because of Nicole's genius and kindness. As it is, Koreans eat entirely too much food. They eat way more than the average American I think. But they have some seriously insane metabolisms to counteract that silliness. I don't understand them. Anyway, my lunch at school consists of me trying to eat as much as possible in a 30 minute time period (we have about 45 minutes, but I gotta walk Issa as well). And there is never a dearth of food. Ever. It's insane. So Nicole in all her goddess-like grace packs the extra for me and sends it home, saying "dinner" and smiling. This brings me to the next Korean phrase I've learned (probably the first actual phrase):

Sarang-he: I love you.

Nicole - Sarang-he.