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Thai Red Curry Soup — A Bowl for the Other Side

Sixteen weeks of maternity leave. The last week. I go back to Amazon on Monday. Or I give notice on Monday. I have been going back and forth for days — James says wait, give it two more weeks, don't make a decision on the last day of leave. Dr. Yoon says listen to your body, your body knows. My body says: stay in the kitchen. My body says: stay with Hana. My body says: do not go back to the place that made your shoulders live near your ears.

I gave notice on Friday. I called Derek. I said, "I'm not coming back." There was a long pause. He said, "Stephanie. Are you sure?" I said, "I'm sure." He said, "Can I ask why?" I said, "I'm going to run Banchan Labs full-time. I need to be in my kitchen, Derek. I need to make food." He was quiet. Then he said, "I respect that. I'll miss you. You're one of the best engineers I've worked with." I said, "Thank you." I said, "I mean it." He said, "I know you do. Go make your kimchi." I laughed. He laughed. Fifteen years at Amazon, concluded in a five-minute phone call. The ease of it shocked me. The relief was physical — I hung up the phone and my shoulders dropped two inches. James was in the doorway. He said, "You did it." I said, "I did it." He said, "How do you feel?" I said, "Like I just jumped off a cliff and the water is cold and I'm alive."

I have six weeks of transition — working remotely, winding down projects, handing off to my team. My last day will be June 30. By July 1, I will be a full-time founder, full-time mother, full-time person who has left the most stable job she's ever had to make Korean food in boxes. The terror is real. The joy is bigger.

Kevin called Sunday. I told him. He said nothing for ten seconds. Then he said, "Steph. Welcome to the other side." He meant: the side of people who chose the scary thing, the uncertain thing, the thing that makes you alive instead of comfortable. He has been on that side since he got sober. Since he opened Bridge City. He knows what the cliff feels like. He knows what the water feels like. He said, "The water's cold at first. Then it's fine. Then it's better than fine." He said, "I'm proud of you." He sounded like he meant it. Kevin always means it. He is the most honest person I know, because addiction taught him that dishonesty kills, and he chose to live.

The recipe this week is kalguksu — knife-cut noodle soup — the dish I associate with new beginnings because it was the first Korean soup I made after returning from my first trip to Busan. Flour, water, salt, kneaded into a smooth dough. Rolled thin. Cut into irregular strips with a knife (not a machine — the imperfection is the point). Boiled in anchovy-kelp stock with zucchini, potato, and garlic. The noodles are chewy and substantial. The broth is clear and clean. The whole dish takes an hour and is worth every minute. I made it on Friday night, after giving notice. I made it for the beginning. I made it for the jump. I made it for the cold water and the other side.

Friday night, after I hung up the phone and James said you did it, I needed something that matched the feeling — something with heat and depth and color, something that demanded you be present while you made it. I didn’t have the patience for the long slow anchovy stock that kalguksu deserves, but I needed a bowl, I needed broth, I needed to stand at my stove and breathe. This Thai Red Curry Soup is what I made instead: quick, bold, built from pantry staples, with rice noodles that soften right in the pot and a coconut-curry broth that smells like every good decision I’ve ever made. It was the right bowl for the jump. It was the right bowl for the cold water.

Thai Red Curry Soup

Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 20 min | Total Time: 30 min | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 1 tablespoon coconut oil or neutral oil
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 tablespoon fresh ginger, grated
  • 3 tablespoons red curry paste
  • 1 can (14 oz) full-fat coconut milk
  • 3 cups vegetable or chicken broth
  • 1 tablespoon fish sauce (or soy sauce to keep vegetarian)
  • 1 teaspoon brown sugar or palm sugar
  • 1 red bell pepper, thinly sliced
  • 1 cup baby spinach or bok choy, roughly chopped
  • 4 oz thin rice noodles
  • 1 lime, juiced, plus wedges for serving
  • Fresh cilantro and sliced green onion, for garnish
  • Chili flakes or sliced Thai chili, optional, to taste

Instructions

  1. Bloom the aromatics. Heat oil in a large pot or Dutch oven over medium heat. Add garlic and ginger and cook, stirring, for 1–2 minutes until fragrant. Add the red curry paste and stir to combine, cooking for another minute until the paste darkens slightly and smells toasty.
  2. Build the broth. Pour in the coconut milk and broth, stirring to fully incorporate the curry paste. Add fish sauce and brown sugar. Bring to a gentle simmer over medium-high heat.
  3. Add vegetables. Add the sliced bell pepper to the simmering broth and cook for 4–5 minutes, until just tender. Add the spinach or bok choy and stir until wilted, about 1 minute more.
  4. Cook the noodles. Add the rice noodles directly to the pot. Cook according to package directions (usually 3–5 minutes), stirring occasionally so noodles don’t clump. The noodles will absorb some of the broth as they cook — this is intentional.
  5. Finish and season. Stir in the lime juice. Taste and adjust seasoning: more fish sauce for saltiness, more lime for brightness, more curry paste for heat. Add chili flakes if you want more fire.
  6. Serve immediately. Ladle into bowls and top with fresh cilantro, green onion, and a lime wedge on the side. Eat while hot.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 340 | Protein: 6g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 40g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 820mg

Stephanie Park
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Stephanie Park
Week 423 of Stephanie’s 30-year story · Seattle, Washington
Stephanie is a software engineer in Seattle, a new mom, and a Korean-American adoptee who spent twenty-five years not knowing where she came from. She was adopted as an infant by a white family in Bellevue who loved her completely and never cooked Korean food. At twenty-eight, she found her birth mother in Busan — and then she found herself in a kitchen, crying over her first homemade kimchi jjigae, because some things your body remembers even when your mind doesn't.

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