#korean mukbang

[littlebellesmama]

Cravings, Comfort, and Korean Mukbang: My Late-Night Escape

It’s funny how comfort can come from the most unexpected places. For me, it came in the form of strangers on YouTube eating piles of food I couldn’t have, at a time when I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat much, and could barely find a position to rest without aching. Mukbang—especially Korean mukbang—became a strange but soothing companion during the last stretch of my pregnancy. I didn’t plan to…

[mukbangasmreatingshow]

Nuclear Fire Sauce VS Mukbangers! 🌶️🆚🥵

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[would-they-be-good-at-asmr]

ASMR Saturdays (21)

For this Saturday (01/18/2025), I am highlighting “Squid Game ASMR Mukbang With Wi Ha-jun | Squid Game: Season 2 | Netflix” by Still Watching Netflix!

The channel that the video was posted is Still Watching Netflix, but the performer is Wi Ha-jun.

[astudyingreer]

"mukbangs are disgusting" "mukbangs are just piles of fast food" "its just fetish content" "who wants to watch that" you clearly have not experienced the pure immersive culinary bliss that is a soft spoken friendly lady preparing a ravishing but reasonable spread of different cuisine, eating it all with the most pristine technique and napkin ready in hand, all the while the captions explaining each flavor in enrapturing poetic detail

[ohimsummer]

mukbangs irritate me so bad I hate the sound of people chewing and smacking 😭

[mukbang]

경주에 1970년대부터 영업중인 물회집이 있다. 경주 법원 건너편에 <포항물회>라는 식당이다. 물회는 감포 바닷가에서 먹거나 황오동에 새로 생긴 <남매물회>만 가봤는데 경주 시내에서는 처음이다. 반찬이 나왔는데, 확실히 옛날부터 영업하던 바이브가 느껴지는 찬들이다. 특이한 건 땅콩이 함께 나왔다. 반찬?이라기 보다는 간식같은 느낌.

물회는 15,000원과 20,000원짜리 두 종류가 있었다. 비싼건 자연산 물회인데 우린 이걸 시켰다. 물회는 특별한 양념과 회가 함께 그릇에 담겨왔고, 곁들이는 샤베트같은 새콤한 얼음물은 다른 그릇에 담아 따로 주더라. 어떤 곳은 이미 한번에 다 담겨 나오는데 이 집은 특이했다.

새콤한 얼음물 적당량을 덜어 회와 양념장 위에 부었다. 왠지 직접 부으니 더 맛있을것 같은 기분.

특이한게, 양념장 색깔만 봤을 땐 엄청 맵고 짜지는 않을까 했다. 근데 지금까지 먹어본 물회 중 가장 덜 자극적인 맛이었다. 은은하게 자극적이랄까 ㅎㅎ 고소하기도 하고. 아무튼 양념장이 매우 특이하다는건 틀림없었다. 이게 이 집이 오래 영업한 비법인가 싶기도 했다. 다음번에도 한 번 더 가서 먹을 생각 백만번 있다.

[📍포항물회 | 경북 경주시 동부동 212-2 ]

TMI ) 😵‍💫 70년대 찐바이브 뻔데기 반찬 ㅋㅋㅋ

[javaholicmom]

Korean BBQ with my mom and my only daughter as a post-birthday celebration at Gen Korean BBQ in Concord, CA.

[rmostan0]

did the octopus bite her…

[lordbyronskitchen]

(via Korean Bburinkle Chicken)

[mukbangasmreatingshow]

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[bunffybunny]

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[quill-and-sunlight]

A Love Longer Than Noodles It began with a commercial.

Yongsun had been absentmindedly flipping through channels when the screen lit up with flames and drama—a slow-motion shot of a young woman taking a bite of fiery red Buldak noodles, her expression a perfect mix of agony and euphoria. The camera zoomed in on the steam rising, the glistening sauce clinging to the noodles like a promise of pain and pleasure. A jingle played in the background, something triumphant, almost heroic.

Without hesitation, she turned to Jess and announced, as if it were fate itself, “We have to eat that.”

Jess, reading on the couch beside her, didn’t even look up. “You ate six different Buldak flavors a month ago.”

She frowned, blinking at him. That couldn't be right. She would remember something like that. Wouldn't she?

He flipped a page, completely unbothered. “Original, cheese, carbonara, mala, jjajang, and 2X spicy. You swore off them for a year.”

There was a pause. Slowly, recognition dawned, followed by quiet horror. She tried to argue, but snippets of memory came rushing back—sweat beading on her forehead, gulping down milk, cursing in a breathless whisper about how she had “seen the gates of hell” and how “humans weren’t meant to eat this.”

Jess finally looked up, smirking. “You cried.”

It was, indeed, something she would do.

And yet, the commercial had planted a craving she couldn’t ignore. She needed noodles. Immediately.

The Instant Ramen Obsession Begins At first, it was simple curiosity. A cup of spicy seafood ramen here, a bowl of miso-flavored noodles there. But soon, it became an all-consuming obsession. Every time Jess walked into the kitchen, there she was, hunched over the counter, watching the kettle like it held the secrets of the universe.

He’d come home to see stacks of ramen cups filling their pantry, the variety slowly growing. Spicy, cheesy, black garlic oil, curry-infused, bone broth-based. Imported packs from Japan. Limited-edition flavors from Thailand. A mystery flavor that came in a plain black wrapper with only a single ominous character printed on it.

She tried them all, treating each bite like a grand discovery. Some flavors were met with enthusiastic nods, others with dramatic coughing fits that required Jess to fetch her a glass of water.

“I think I’ve hit a wall,” she confessed one evening, slumped over the dining table, an empty ramen cup beside her.

Jess, washing dishes, glanced over. “Already?”

She sighed. “I’m craving something more.”

The shift was inevitable. Instant ramen was thrilling, an adventure, but the soul wanted something deeper, something richer.

“I need real ramyun,” she declared.

The Kitchen Takeover Jess tried to talk her out of it. He told her that instant ramen was engineered for maximum flavor efficiency, that homemade ramyun required patience, and that what she was experiencing was simply an illusion of desire created by the drama in K-dramas.

Yongsun was unmoved.

So, with great reluctance, he found himself standing over the stove, boiling a rich broth from scratch, stirring in gochugaru and garlic, letting the scent fill the kitchen. He used fresh noodles instead of the instant ones, cracked an egg into the pot at the perfect moment, and plated it carefully, setting it before her with the kind of reverence one reserved for special occasions.

She took one bite, then another, her expression shifting into something resembling enlightenment.

This was love, she decided.

But with love came deeper hunger.

“Okay,” she said between bites. “Now I want japchae.”

Jess sighed. He should’ve known.

From there, the kitchen became a battlefield. Japchae was made, glass noodles stir-fried with sesame oil, vegetables, and beef, the soy sauce glistening under the light. Then came jjajangmyeon, the thick black bean sauce coating each strand of chewy noodles.

The more she ate, the more she craved. But then came a crisis—Jess’s ingredients began to dwindle.

The Kitchen Crisis The moment he realized it, his hands froze over the refrigerator handle. There were no more eggs, no meat, no green onions. The pantry had been raided, the reserves depleted.

For the first time, Yongsun seemed genuinely alarmed. She checked the cabinets herself, as if Jess had simply overlooked something. When she turned back to him, her expression was filled with something tragic.

She had no choice.

She would cook.

Jess tried to stop her. He knew where this would go. But she was determined, rolling up her sleeves, her movements filled with confidence.

She filled a pot with water and turned on the heat. So far, so good. Then she opened a pack of fresh noodles, inspecting them like a scientist. Jess watched in mild horror as she threw them in the water without checking the instructions, stirring aggressively.

A few minutes later, an unfamiliar burning smell filled the air.

His eyes widened. “Wait. How—how did you—”

She frowned at the pot. “Weird. I didn’t know water could burn.”

He stepped forward, peering into the pot, and saw… nothing. The water had somehow evaporated completely, leaving behind an unholy mess of scorched noodles.

Jess took a deep breath. “Yong, what did you do?”

She turned to him, solemn. “I don’t know. But I think I angered the noodles.”

It was clear that if this continued, disaster would strike again. With a resigned sigh, Jess nudged her away from the stove and took over before anything else could be ruined.

She didn’t argue, simply stepping aside with a casual, “Shhh. It’s my first time. Everyone makes mistakes.”

The Noodle Marathon and The Food Coma As if to make up for the failed experiment, she decided to try every noodle dish she could get her hands on.

Thai boat noodles, rich and spicy, earned an impressed nod. “9/10,” she said. “Needs a little more kick.”

Vietnamese pho was met with a sigh of satisfaction. “This broth is hugging my soul. 10/10.”

Palabok, the creamy Filipino noodle dish, was devoured in seconds. “Cheesy, umami, seafood goodness. 8/10, but could use more shrimp.”

Laksa made her pause, wiping sweat from her forehead. “It’s like a warm hug… but also a punch to the face. 9.5/10.”

Jess watched this all unfold, too exhausted to stop her. She had been eating for five straight hours. At some point, it stopped being impressive and became terrifying.

Eventually, she collapsed onto the couch, groaning.

"This is it,” she murmured. “I have become one with the noodles.”

Jess, sipping tea beside her, didn’t look up. “Told you not to overdo it.”

She closed her eyes dramatically. “Tell my story. Tell people I was a brave woman who followed her heart… and her stomach.”

The Inevitable Round Two For a brief moment, Jess thought she had finally reached her limit. That she had been satisfied.

But the next morning, she stretched, yawned, and said in the most casual voice—

“I think I’m ready for round two.”

Jess groaned.

Yongsun, however, had a different idea this time. Instead of demanding more, she turned to him with a bright smile.

“I ordered something for you too,” she announced.

A knock on the door.

Jess’s stomach twisted with dread.

The delivery man handed over a bag.

She clapped her hands excitedly. “Our spaghetti is here!”

Jess sighed, but as she pulled him into a hug, he knew the truth.

If love had a taste, Yongsun’s love was an endless bowl of noodles.

And no matter how much he protested, he would always, always eat with her.

[mukbang]

먹자계 동생들과 오랜만에 모임을 가졌다. 이번에는 마장동 유명 고깃집을 택했다. 평소 와보고싶었지만 기회가 없었는데, 계모임이 좋긴 좋다. 한우 코스 요리는 다른 곳에서도 즐겨본 적 있지만 여기만큼 정성스럽고 다양한 코스는 처음이다. 런치 타임이지만 디너 코스도 가능하다고 해서 디너 코스를 선택했는데 어마어마한 종류가 계속 나와서 사진을 여기 다 올릴 수 없을 정도. 나중엔 배가 터질 것 같았지만 넘 행복했다. 이런 한우 요리를 맛볼 수 있어서. 👍 여기 종종 영국남자 채널에도 올라왔던 곳이라 내심 더 반가웠다. 어른들 모시고 한 번 가볼만한 곳 같다.

[📍본앤브레드 | 서울시 성동구 마장동 781-15 ]

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