I get by with a little help

My first taste of kimchee was with my Korean class at BYU. We took a field trip to a restaurant in Orem that was owned by a Korean family. They fed us what I later learned was some pretty mild stuff. I thought I was going to die; I kept tasting it for a week! The kimchee in country was even more potent. By the time I got home from my mission, however, I knew how to make my own and could chow down with the best of them!