Showing posts with label Food for thought. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Food for thought. Show all posts

Sunday, February 12, 2012

How to kill a guilinggao?

During lunch one day, my French husband, V, and I dined at one of his favourite duck restaurants in Bangsar. After finishing our meals, I requested to have dessert. He politely declined after scanning through the dessert menu, which is often rare for his sweet tooth.

Despite living in Malaysia for a considerable amount of time, V is still unable to get past the idea of eating local desserts. To his unaccustomed French palate, the ais kacang, red bean soup, cendol, sago gula melaka, etc. are not what he would categorise as dessert.

As French, he has a whole list of rules about dessert. Shaved ice is what children eat out of natural snow during the winter. Legumes of any sorts are meant for savoury stew or soup. Don’t even get him started on cheese cake, which is not typically Malaysian but nevertheless very popular here. According to him, cheese is meant to be smelly and dessert in essence, should never ever be made out of something that could potentially smell like athlete’s foot.

So when I ordered the guilinggao, V was naturally curious.

I described to him that guilinggao is a dessert made out of black jelly and is eaten cold. It has a bitter taste and that’s why it’s accompanied with honey and longan. I explained that the combination of bitterness and sweetness is rather interesting and tasty.

He looked at me with a confused and bewildered look.

To further convince him, I went on to explain the nutritious properties of the guilinggao and how it benefits the skin and health. I thought when I said it also serves as a natural cooling system for the body, it would win him over since he complains about the heat all the time.

He gave me a sheepish smile and a mocking “hmmmm” when I finished explaining.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

"No, it’s interesting.”

“What’s interesting?” I asked again.

“Well, it’s interesting because in France, a dessert is usually sinful. You know, sugary, rich, creamy, sweet, fattening and if I may also add, appealing to the eyes. The colour, texture, shape, smell. They are all designed to entice you,” he said.

He paused and declared, “What you’ve just described to me is not dessert. It’s medicine. Black? Bitter?” *Snort*

When my “dessert” finally arrived, it didn’t look as appetising anymore.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The chronicle of 2011’s Resolution [Part 3]– The attack of the Jelly Belly beans

This is a new series chronicling my journey towards looking fab by the end of 2011 (well, preferably before the year ends but who am I kidding, right?). Read Part 1 here and Part 2 here.

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Jelly Bellies are not just candies. They’re a lifestyle. An expensive lifestyle if you’re in Malaysia.

According to its website here, there are 50 different types of flavours, each bearing a fun name that any nail polish maker would love to covet. According to a colleague, the Sizzling Cinnamon tastes like tiger balm, so maybe that’s an inspiration for tiger balm companies if they’re thinking of revamping their image and expanding their demographic target groups.

I can’t remember when I tasted my first Jelly Belly. It must had been a long time ago (possibly when I was in university and a Canadian friend might had introduced them to me) but the memory of how they taste like, the rubbery and gummy texture and fruity smell have stuck in my mind since then. So, when I went back to the US last October, I got into a gas station and remembered to buy some during a road trip to Chicago.

When the American Council for Young Political Leaders (ACYPL) delegation from the US came to visit not too long ago, they brought along one of their most famed and beloved candies. Yes, it’s none other than the Jelly Belly.

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They were giving out these 7 oz clear can 30- flavour edition (see picture on the left) at meetings. Of course, some didn’t appreciate them and gave it away, much to the other’s delight. I guess, Jelly Belly is a willy-nilly after all (I’m not even sure whether I’m using the sentence correctly).

One of the pleasures of having a mix-pack such as these, is the burst of unidentifiable flavours all mixed together in your mouth. It’s not uncommon to expect a series of mixed reaction as the candies slowly melt and release their flavours onto your palate. Some of my favourites  are the buttered pop corn, toasted marshmallow and A&W root beer. What I hate are the licorice, Dr. Pepper or anything cherry. So, you’ll be hearing a series of, “yummmm….” and quickly followed by a “ewwww….what the hell?!”

And ladies and gentlemen, that’s why I love Jelly Belly beans.

Anyway, what does this have to do with my 2011 resolution, right?

So, E and I were running a really quick errand at a grocery market last night. At the check-out counter, I stumbled across rows of Jelly Belly on a shelf nearby. Although they were all accompanied by cut-throat price tags, I couldn’t help the temptation of picking up a mix-pack. E, stopped me and literally pushed me away from the shelf and reminded me that those yummy beans were going to cost me RM50.

I, of course, lost my self-control and the ability to think rationally. All I could think about was the beautiful places these beans had brought me to once, not too long ago. E wouldn’t hear of it and she went all Jelly Belly nazi on me and needless to say, she won.

I wasn’t happy but on hindsight, I’m glad she stopped me because I would be upset to pay so much for something which would inevitably cost me much more. So, thank you E for being such a good friend (unlike V who bought us cream puffs. That’s evil!)

I end this with a poem as an ode to the Jelly Belly.

It started off with "KE and jelly babies"
all because of the 3 ladies and their bellies
who don't want to be mistaken for the tele-tubbies
So they all agree to help each other get rid of the flabbies
and now it ended with “E and the Nazis”

p/s: This resolution sounds very promising so far and off to a good start. I haven’t lost any weight despite having less than 2 weeks to go and we’ve all declared a moratorium for Chinese New Year! God, I need someone to sponsor a personal trainer for me!!!

The chronicle of 2011’s resolution [Part 2] - I am hungry and grumpy. Give me a cookie now!!

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This is a new series chronicling my journey towards looking fab by the end of 2011 (well, preferably before the year ends but who am I kidding, right?). Read Part 1 here.

I am beginning to understand why Oscar the Grouch is grouchy all the time and why Cookie Monster wolfs down his cookies in that famous noisy and crumbly fashion. They have been put in a strict diet since Monday! Oh, wait….ME TOO!!

I may appear composed but do not be deceived by this composure as I’m screaming bloody murder deep inside.

Day one of this dieting is putting me in grumpy mode. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t exactly starve myself because I ate all three meals today. I started this morning with an orange and a cup of mocha, followed by lunch of rice, fish cake and vegetables, an apple right before tea time, nuts and raisins before dinner and roast chicken and potatoes a few hours ago. I was tempted to tell myself to go screw myself and to hell with it all (yes, I am grumpy!) but Lorelai Gilmore saved me.

E & V, if you’re reading this, I hope you’re as miserable as I am.

(Whose freaking idea was this anyway? Grrrrrrrrr…….)

Thursday, December 30, 2010

The chronicle of 2011’s resolution [Part 1] – Be phat and not fat!

This is a new series chronicling my journey towards looking fab by the end of 2011 (well, preferably before the year ends but who am I kidding, right?).

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I was uncertain whether I should even blog about this but as an afterthought, if it’s going to humiliate me into achieving my resolution, why not?

Life has been rather wonderful for the year that is 2010. I’m working on an exciting project, I’ve been writing regularly, I’ve got a husband who finally took to keeping things clean in the house and feeding me well (maybe a bit too well) and above all, I’ve got a beautiful and lovely cat that keeps growing on me.

It would look as if life couldn’t get any better, right? Well, nuh-ah - WRONG!

Everything seems well except for my weight that is intent on making my life miserable and I’m not just talking about me being vain. I’m talking about me being utterly uncomfortable with my body weight and losing my self-esteem as a result of it. I have refused dinner invitations from friends whom I haven’t met awhile because I am too ashamed to meet them. I can’t bend over to tie my shoe laces because my belly gets in the way. I am also getting his horrible image of me not waking up in the morning because my heart has been working overtime without receiving any gratitude or TLC and  finally decides to give up on me. Only by then, everything would be too late.

So, why this resolution? Seems a bit too cliché and fluff, no? This is the sad part. I can do the whole giving up smoking and I’m pretty sure I can do the giving up drinking as well. But, giving up oily, deep fried and fatty food, consisting of all sorts of chemical, sugar, salt and other poisons that make them taste soooo good is going to be the toughest thing I would ever have to do. Damn those skinny chicks who can eat whatever they want!

My weight has fluctuated so much over the past few years. My fittest form was when I was in secondary school while I was doing ballet as a serious form of extra-curricular activity, my university years when I would frequent the local student union disco nights at least twice a week and dance all the English custard off and of course when I was starved in countries like Timor Leste and Afghanistan. I weighed around 50 – 55 kg then. Now, I must weigh more than 65 77 kg  (I finally weighed myself at the strike of 12am on 1 Jan 2011) as I haven’t been able to weigh myself for fear I’ll keel over from fright and die before I get to fit into a respectable dress size again.

So, moment of desperation calls for desperate measure. Two friends of mine, E, V and I have decided to have a pact. We’re going to try to  lose 1 kg for each month of 2011. We’ll be monitoring our weight and the person who does not stick to the bargain for that month will pay RM50. Seeing how stingy I am, I think it’ll motivate me unless I get really depressed and start going on a junk binge and adopt a to- hell-with-life attitude.

I don’t know how I’m going to do this because I’m feeling hungry again. Would I be able to resist the temptation of eating my favourite fast food of all time? As my friend V would say, “That’s your internal problem. We’re not interested about how each of us do this or what kinda problems we have. We’re only concerned about the result, ok?” Yeah, so much for moral support, pal.

So if you’re a friend, I beg of you not to be polite to me about my weight. Be tough and yet encouraging and supportive of my 2011’s resolution so that I can be phat again!

The next time I blog about this, let’s hope I am not RM50 poorer.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Joe is smokin’!

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Above: Smoking Joe’s signature barbecued pork ribs with beans and potato salad on the sides.

How do you like your barbecued ribs?

I like mine meaty yet tender, slightly burnt and caramelised on the outside but moist on the inside. Above all, it should have that smoky taste and smell.

When I first saw my plate of barbecued ribs at Smoking Joe’s, I was not convinced that they would be anything but dry and hard to chew on. I also didn’t like how they were covered with what looked like dried oregano.

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Well, I was pleasantly surprised when I finally bit into the rib. The meat was not only tasty, it was so tender that it could easily fall off the bone with one gentle gnaw. The herbs on it were in fact, Smoking Joe’s very own signature St. Louis rub mix which contains a secret ingredient. The mix was salty, aromatic, slightly hot and tangy. It was so good that Joe the owner, uses it  liberally on almost all his dishes. Customers can even buy them at the restaurants. I brought mine home with Joe’s signature on it and have been using them to spice up my grilled meat.

Left: A customer holding Smoking Joe’s special seasoning mix

 

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Above: (l) The feast we had at Smoking Joe’s, (m) Pulled pork, (r) The gooey and yummy macaroni and cheese

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Above: (l) Joe giving us his personal attention (m) Roast turkey & beef briskets (r) Side dishes and salads

Smoking Joe’s is the kind of restaurant that serves simple but hearty American food. My kind of comfort food with lots of meat, mash potatoes, coleslaws, beans, creamy soup and macaroni and cheese. If you’re concerned about your waistline, fear not because it also serves hearty portions of lean turkey meat and beef brisket on a generous bed of salad leaves.

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The other thing which I liked about the menu was the fresh potato crisps sprinkled with Smoking Joe’s signature mix. Unlike the usual Lays’ potato crisps, these were only slightly thicker, not as crispy that it felt artificial and you can really  tell that they were made of real potatoes. I wouldn’t trust those bags of potato crisps that claim they’re baked without preservatives anymore.

The ambience was nice and at first I thought the place was a bit too classy for what it serves. One would not have guessed that such a tastefully decorated restaurant would be serving normal regular American food. But again, what would I know since I had only gone to Pappy’s Smokehouse for barbecued ribs before?

It was a refreshing change from the usual loud and rowdy restaurants such as Pappy’s where customers are forced to line up to get their orders before being seated on uncomfortable wooden benches and then pressured into chowing down their food as quickly as possible in order to give the table up for the next customer. Smoking Joe’s is all about comfort, style and good value for money because believe it or not, the food cost almost the same as Pappy’s, if not less.

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Above: Joe showing us the new logo for his chain in Jakarta.

Left: What did I tell ya? Ain’t Joe smokin’?

For real and simple American food, this is as good as it gets. It’s so good that Smoking Joe’s is going international by opening a new chain in Jakarta, Indonesia next year!

I wish Joe all the best and hope I’ll get to dine in his restaurant in Kuala Lumpur one day.

 

 

 

Smoking Joe’s is situated at:

1901 Washington Avenue, St. Louis, Missouri, US.

For more information, you can check out its website here.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Carrot is food. So is the stick.

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It has often been said that food unites people. But if that’s really the case, shouldn’t Malaysians be the most united people in the world?

Surprisingly, we’re not and why is that?

Look around you. Kopi tiams, hawker and mamak stalls are filled to the brim every single day and night as Malaysians of all ethnicity come together to discuss politics, relationships, sports, work and life in general. Business transactions are sometimes made over a cup of teh tarik kurang manis and roti bakar.

We obviously love to do lots of things over food and drinks. We obviously have a united understanding and appreciation for food but this isn’t really unique of Malaysia, is it?

Most cultures in the world treat food the same way as we do. Food is used as offerings to Gods, as symbols of thanksgiving and blessing, as signs of abundance, as gestures of hospitality, and last but not least, as incentives.

Carrots are food after all.

In Ethiopia, one is often hand fed by family members or close friends. This is a sign of acceptance and affection. The French can easily take from three to four hours to finish one meal. They treat food with the same pleasure as they treat sex. In Cambodia, food is served to thousands of guests at a time during a wedding ceremony. This is a sign of generosity and community.

While few cultures, especially those where food had been traditionally scarce, actually teach its followers to treat food with the utmost of reverence and respect, many use it as baits to get what they want.

We like to pride ourselves as being better than animals. We think we are the most superior specie of all living things; God’s most favoured creature and hence, often fail to realise that at the end of the day, our most natural instinct is not any different from animals.

We also believe that certain animals are more intelligent than others. For instance, horses, dogs, seals, dolphins, chimps and cockatoos are trained to perform extraordinary acts. We think it’s because of discipline, patience and often time, sheer brutality that encourage them to obey, but what really motivates them to endure the depravity of being free animals? Surely, you have noticed that with each act that is being executed successfully, a form of reward is being given. Neither the cheering nor the words of encouragement, but the food that keeps the animals motivated.

Are we any different? Don’t we sometimes use food to win the hearts and minds of other people’s children? We tell them if they allow us to come closer to them, to carry them, they’ll be given a piece of chocolate, candy or cookie in return.

I heard this joke once: Why are the Belgians famous for chocolates? And the answer is: They need them to lure children.

It’s definitely not the funniest joke when you actually understand what it tries to infer. On the other hand, Belgians are not the only one doing it. Most of us have at one point being guilty of the same crime, in the literal sense of the joke.

A huge part of my job is to organise forums and workshops. When drafting budgets and programmes for events, I am usually reluctant to include food simply because I think it’s neither cost nor time effective. By including a time slot for tea break, lunch or dinner, it means we have to spend more on our budget. Since I work for a non-profit making organisation, it’s difficult for me to see money being spent on feeding participants when it can be used for other more essential needs.

In Malaysia, we all know that tea isn’t just about serving two choices of hot beverages. It often includes two or three different combinations of savoury and sweet pastries or cakes, depending on your budget.

If you’re Malaysian, you’ll probably think I’m nuts, inhospitable or just plain frugal. Perhaps I am, but what annoys me the most is when I’m often told that without allocating money and time for food, most people aren’t going to make the effort to attend the event! I suppose this is not the worst thing that could happen when there are those who not only expect food to be served, but also insist on their palatability. I have sometimes eavesdropped on passing comments that the karipap could have been fresher, the meehoon tastier and the most popular of all, the food could have been different from the “last time”.

I just can’t believe that free food is the main attraction for most people in Malaysia and that it surpasses the opportunity for free discussion and education. To be frank, if I’m given the choice to make decisions, I’ll choose not to believe that this is indeed the case and as an experiment, will forgo free food and drink in future events. If my experiment fails, then it merely proves to me that we’re just a bunch of idiots who have not progressed at all. We’re still governed by our primal instinct to “obey” only when there’s free food.

I was in Kuching for an event recently. I ended up volunteering as an usherer. I was told to inform the guests that lunch would be served after the ceremony. I instinctively wondered whether this piece of information was crucial because a) the organiser wanted to make sure that the expensive luncheon they had prepared wouldn’t go to waste, b) to express their appreciation to the guests for attending the event, c) to display their hospitality, or d) to make sure the guests wouldn’t abandon the event before the ceremony ended.

It just felt like too much work to repeat the same sentence to every single guest when a simple announcement could have been made at the end of the ceremony.

Therefore, I’ve come to believe that food does not unite. It simply motivates and the only reason it could be perceived to unite people is because of the common motivation it provides. Without food, there will be no reason for many things in life.

How do you think most Malaysians would react to the idea of eliminating food breaks from short events?

This was published on The Malaysian Insider on 22 May 2010.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

A weekend filled with great dining and cultural events in Phnom Penh

There’s one thing which I will regret while living in Cambodia and that would be my failure to engage more in its rich cultural activities. Recently while having dinner with a friend, I told her that I wished I had seen more traditional performances in Cambodia. I was rather ashamed that I never made the time to do this, especially when I knew how captivating the dances are. The King is a huge patron and fan of the traditional Apsara dances, having mastered it himself.

So anyway, my friend planned a fun evening of dinner at the Khmer-Thai or more famously known as KT Restaurant and later on, traditional performances at the Sovanna Phum. She wanted to make my last few days in Cambodia memorable and indeed it was.

For those who would like to experience a truly fun and enjoyable cultural experience during the weekend in Phnom Penh, I would highly recommend these two places.

KT Restaurant (#26Eo, Street 135, Sangkat Boeung Trabek, Phnom Penh)

This restaurant serves an extensive variety of authentic Thai and Khmer cuisines. On the top level, there is an elegant and yet cozy dining area where you get to dine while sitting on plush silk cushions on the floor. Don’t worry if you think it would be uncomfortable because it’s not. The room is tastefully decorated and air conditioned.

Green mango salad

We had the green mango salad (US$3.50/plate)for starter. I would say that it’s the best mango salad I had ever tasted. It came with huge pieces of crunchy salted fish, dried shrimps, cashew nuts and dried chillies. Before eating it, you should crush the salted fish into smaller pieces and mix them together with the green shredded mangoes. The taste was refreshing and slightly sour, sweet, salty and spicy all at the same time. So basically, it leaves a tingling sensation on your palate.

Sour fish soup

As usual, like most South East Asian dining experience, we had several main dishes to go with the rice. Soup was naturally essential to complement the dry rice, which coincidentally was really fragrant, soft and fluffy. We had the Khmer sweet and sour fish soup (US$4/bowl). A bowl will feed about 3 persons.

The soup was very different from the Thai tomyum soup with less spiciness (hotness) although as equally flavourful due to the generous amount of ingredients such as lemon grass, tamarind and a mixture of local herbs. The fish was fresh and tasty.

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We also had the squid in peppercorn sauce (US$4/plate), Thai sausages (US$4/plate) and fried chicken wings (US$3.50/plate). Now, the Thai sausages were the most interesting since I had neither tried nor seen them before.

In the beginning, it was rather strange to see these tiny brown balls (see above right) and I didn’t know they were sausages. They looked like meatballs but with a glazy surface. The pork meat was spiced with some sort of herbs and probably lime, lemon or tamarind juice since they were a bit sour-ish. The sausages were accompanied with raw cabbage, peanuts, chopped up fresh chillies (the small kind and hence very hot. So watch out!), ginger and garlic. I didn’t know how to eat the sausage with these condiments and so I just ate it as it was. It was interesting but I thought the skin was a bit too thick and oily.

The squid was tasty and as usual, peppery and sweet. I noticed that the restaurants here often cooked with real peppercorns which gave it a really strong flavour. What was interesting about the chicken wings was the deep fried pieces of garlic laced with salt. I could eat them as snacks but of course, there won’t be any kissing after!

Unfortunately, we didn’t have time to have dessert since we had to catch the performances at 7:30pm.

The Sovanna Phum (#111, Street 360, Phnom Penh)

The Sovanna Phum performances are only available on Friday and Saturday evening, from 7:30pm to 8:30pm. However, the company offers a variety of fun classes such as classical music, Apsara dance and shadow puppet making, especially for children (well, adults will definitely enjoy it too) at other times during the weekdays. Each class usually charges a fee of US$5 per person, depending on the size of the class and complexity of the puppet design. The performances vary every night and charges an entrance fee of US$5 for adult and US$3 for children under the age of 12.

For information on classes and performance programme, you can call +855 (0) 23 221 932 or click on their website at http://www.shadow-puppets.org.

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We managed to catch the Hanuman and Giant Drum performance and it was amazing. The musicians played several numbers of drum beats using different kinds of drums, including the giant drum and other percussions. I couldn’t help but move along with the uplifting and harmonious beats of the drums. The dancers were agile and graceful. I could see that such style takes a lot of discipline and training to perfect.

I liked how they incorporated short comedic scenes during the show which sent the audience in stitches. I could see why they are extremely popular with children. Unfortunately, there was only one scene with the Hanumans or monkeys, which disappointed the children, including myself.

The place is rather small with a room to exhibit shadow puppets and a small stage with several rows of wooden benches under a thatched roof. However, I really appreciated the size since you get a good view of the performances and at the same time have some sort of interaction with the performers. Do get there early because it was packed when I was there.

After the performances finished, the audience was asked to go onstage to try out the drums. Ironically, while all the performers had been men, it was the women who were really eager to try out the drums. It was definitely a rambunctious and disorderly affair!  Thankfully, the musicians provided some pointers to those who tried their hands on them, much to my ears’ relief!

I managed to take photos during the performances and it was probably the toughest time I ever had, without the help of a tripod and flash. Do make sure that you turn off your flash in order not to distract the performers.

The photos below were the best I could do and I do apologize as they didn’t really do much justice to the whole show.

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Saturday, July 18, 2009

Happy Herb Pizza at the Riverfront, Phnom Penh

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Before I left for Phnom Penh, friends who have been there told us that we should eat at this local pizzeria in Phnom Penh. The Lonely Planet speaks of the same establishment and rumours have it that this restaurant situated at #345, Sisowath Quay serves a special kind of pizza. It’s called the Happy Herb Pizza. So, go figure why the pizzas are so special.

Anyway, I decided to find out today whether the pizza was indeed special or just a myth. I also figured that I had to go there at least once before I leave the country.

I expected the restaurant to be packed especially at this time when it’s filled with tourists but it wasn’t. In fact, the other restaurants serving “happy pizza” were empty too. (There are about three restaurants serving similar kind of pizzas in one stretch. No doubt that the pizzas were very popular before.)

When I skimmed through the menu, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect or how to order. The items shown were what you would normally expect in any pizzerias; margarita, pepperoni, Hawaiian, Napolitano, etc. They all come in three different sizes; small, medium and large at US$4.50, 7.50 and 11.00 each. I asked for a small Happy Herb Special Pizza as it sounded “special”.

Happy Herb Special Pizza

The waiter did not ask me whether I would like my pizza, “normal, happy or extra happy.” According to some online forums, this was supposed to be the standard question.

Anyway, when the pizza arrived, I could see some sort of herbs sprinkled sparingly on top.  It could have been oregano for all I knew. There was no scent of the happy herb. Neither was there any taste of the happy herb when I tucked in. The pizza tasted mediocre and in other words, nothing special about it and in fact, a bit too expensive for what I got.

The whole experience might seem disappointing but after I finished the pizza and hopped on a tuk-tuk, I did feel err….happy. However, I wasn’t sure whether my happiness was attributed to the pizza or the fact that the tuk-tuk driver was really nice and friendly or the weather was just perfect. I wasn’t convinced that the herb did anything and if it did, was it merely a placebo effect?

Whatever it was, the tuk-tuk ride was definitely a happy one especially when it came with loud Khmer music for every road users’ pleasure along the way.  After haggling with the driver, he finally agreed to US$2 instead of his asking price of US$3.

When I told him, “You go slow-slow, ok? I take photos.” He jokingly answered, “Then you pay US$3, ok?” I shrugged him off. When I looked up from inside the tuk-tuk, I saw all these photos taken with tourists and the sentence, LONG LIVE FRIENDSHIP and instantly felt sentimental. It was definitely the nicest tuk-tuk I’ve ever been on.

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We passed the Royal Museum, the Royal Palace, the Vietnamese-Cambodian War Monument and the Independence Monument at snail speed. When I finally arrived in front of my apartment, I gave him US$3 and he accepted it with a huge happy grin.

So whether the pizza had done its work or not, it was indeed a happy day.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Malis restaurant in Phnom Penh

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What the local reviews claimed as one of the best Khmer restaurants in Phnom Penh, Malis certainly has a large shoe to fill. After ten months of hearing its name mentioned in many magazines and tourism guide books, I decided to try it out today.

Situated at #136, Norodom Boulevard (Tel: 023 221 022), Malis didn’t disappoint my expectation at first glance. It was described by many as a modern and high end restaurant with a lush setting and I was indeed impressed by its tasteful decor and architectural design. I wouldn’t call it modern per se as the interior designer has managed to combine traditional furniture and ornaments with a relatively modern structure.

Upon entering, there was a beautiful statue of the Buddha, beaconing peacefully from the front of a traveller’s tree. The courtyard was indeed lush and provided an atmosphere of tranquillity and calm. Since the weather is mildly cold now, it was pleasant to sit on the terrace surrounded by frangipani tree and two shallow pools filled with lotus flowers and fishes. The water that dripped gently from the frangipani leaves, a result from a heavy downpour which had just ended not too long ago, sent tiny ripples across the surface of the pools.

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As soon as we settled down on a table, the waitress quickly presented us the menu accompanied by small portions of aperitif consisted of fresh passion fruit juice served in shot glasses and plates of pickled cauliflowers and carrots with a knob of spicy paste. I particularly liked the juice which was sweet and sour at the same time and had a concentrated consistency, a good indicator that it was extracted purely from the fruit.

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Everything seemed to go well until we tried to order some cocktails. When my friend asked whether they offered happy hours, a common practice in most restaurants here, the waiter thought it was the name for a cocktail. After checking with the manager, he disappointed us by saying no.

When we looked at the drinks menu, there wasn’t much choice in terms of cocktails. I tried to push my luck by asking him whether they served mojitos. He replied quizzically, “Mosquitoes?” in which we inevitably responded with roars of laughter. Our shameless display of rudeness did not offend nor amuse him. He simply told us that he would check with the bartender.

After a few minutes, he returned with a huge smile on his face as he declared proudly, “Yes, Madam. We have mosquitoes.” Perhaps it was his good and earnest nature which made it hard for us to feel annoyed with what many would simply dismiss as a shortcoming.

I would say that Malis’ strengths definitely lie in the quality of its food and how they are being served. Everything was beautifully arranged and garnished. I particularly like the serving plates or rather materials.

We had the peppered scallops and skewered meat for starters. Expecting them to come in delicate portions, we were alarmed by the generous size and thought perhaps we might had been a bit too enthusiastic when ordering. According to my friend, she remembers the portions used to be much smaller.

Scallops

Skewer meat

Each scallop was small but there were probably about four pieces on each shell. They were mixed in a sauce consisted of chopped up bell peppers, onions, button mushrooms and real peppers still attached to their stalks. The sauce was really tasty; slightly sweetened with strong peppery taste. The skewered meat came with chunky pieces of pork, beef and chicken garnished with pickled green papayas. They were mildly marinated with spices and barbequed to perfection. This dish can be eaten as a main.

Fish amok Lotus wrapped rice

Softshell crab

We ordered fish amok, fried rice with scallops wrapped in lotus leaves, sour chicken soup and deep fried soft shell craps for our main courses. Being more familiar with the fish amok in thick coconut gravy, I was pleasantly surprised by this drier version which apparently is also the authentic version.

Instead of being boiled in gravy, they were steamed on banana leaves with noni tree leaves at the bottom. Normally, the creamy version is very heavy and rich but this one was light and probably healthier. I liked how they were individually served on small plates made from coconut trees. All we needed to do was pick the plates up and eat them straight away. No mess and no stress.

As soon as the waitress unwrapped the fried rice, the delightful but subtle aroma of lotus leaves enveloped the air. The rice was unfortunately not as delightful as the unveiling experience. I thought it was a bit too watery and since we had ordered so many dishes, it was wise not to stuff up our stomach with rice. Thankfully, the soup was rather small in portion but over-compensated by a creamy texture. In fact, I don’t think they should call it a soup. Chicken gravy would have been more justifiable since there was more chicken than soup. The soft-shell crabs were not as fresh as I had hoped them to be despite being creatively served like a small hanging lantern. It came with an olive-green dipping sauce made from blended peppers, salt and lime juice.I thought it tasted too tangy and sharp.

Main Main3

Dessert

For dessert, my friend chose the rainbow layered bean and coconut custard while I had the sticky rice with sesame paste on a pool of sago and coconut cream.The custard was very smooth and not too sweet. The beans were blended so well that you couldn’t feel the graininess and instead, the tastes of red and mung beans simply melt away on the tongue.

The sticky rice was a good representative of South East Asian dessert where sugar and salt are commonly combined together to create that interesting stimulation to the taste buds. The ultimate prize was the smooth paste made purely from black sesame seeds. I had secretly wished then that the portion could have been bigger.

Now, saving the best for last. As mentioned on my previous post, as a coffee lover, I think the ultimate litmus test to a good cup of coffee is the beans and how they are being brewed. At Malis, they serve it with a creative twist. Coffee Instead of a teaspoon, a cinnamon stick coated with caramelized sugar at the bottom tip is being used. While I slowly stirred the coffee served in a cup resembling some sort of an alabaster material, the scent of cinnamon and sugar were infused into the drink simultaneously. In all my dining experience, this by far has excited me the most.

As soon as you think it can’t get any better, Malis managed to revive what I would say, a forgotten art in gastronomy by many high end restaurants these days. A special thanks to my generous friend as I was privileged to have such an experience without having to contribute anything. 

Last word though, I wouldn’t mind having more mosquitoes if the hours had been happier!

 

Prices: For starters and main courses, it ranges from US$7 to US$8 onwards and dessert is all priced at US$3 each.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Roast chicken for the culinary challenged

(For those who are wondering or perhaps, feeling a bit disappointed with the change of tone in my blog, here’s a quick explanation.

I’m taking a distance from writing about socio-political issues. I’ve come to realize that there are many blogs which speak of these issues with greater authorities and most of the time, it becomes repetitive and I don’t think I have more valuable opinions to offer. Besides, I’ve learned from some wise friends of mine that it’s important to nourish the soul with some of the simple pleasures of life.

So, unless I feel strongly about specific issues,  I’ll be writing more about lifestyle. I would still like to hear your thoughts on this and hope that you might enjoy reading it.)

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I’m not famed for anything except one. I’m a bad cook. Trust me. Been there, done that and still a bad cook. I didn’t really start cooking seriously until I got married. I figure that if I were to be a dutiful Asian wife, I need to start feeding my husband. I ended up feeding our previous dogs more.

"My mom hates sushi because she doesn't believe in paying someone for not cooking!"

Jamie Buchman, Mad About You

Well, it would seem that I don’t even qualify for “not cooking”.

I used to try really hard, like buying cookbooks, watching cook shows and then got really excited trying out what I had learned. I always visualized that my cooking would turn out exactly as it had appeared on the pictures or TV screen. (Big mistake…big mistake!)

Most of the time, it ended up as a complete disaster. The chicken would always be undercooked, the potatoes overcooked, the omelette too salty, the risotto too moist, the flour dough as hard as a rock, so on and so forth. Sometimes, I would burst out into tears, feeling completely devastated with my culinary handicap. What upset me the most was that I really tried hard.

There comes a time when I just had to admit that I simply can’t cook and so, I stopped trying. Believe it or not, as soon as I stopped planning the day’s menu, scrutinizing cookbooks and visualizing the results, my cooking miraculously got better.

So, in order to prove it to you, here’s the recipe and photos of what I cooked tonight. It’s a simple, no-frill, tasty and hearty meal (probably more befitting a child’s appetite, so it might be good to serve this if you have children dining along). My Mom (and Jamie’s) would be proud of me.

Oh, and our cat could only mentally taste the chicken from a distance.

Note: No precise measurement or garnishing. Who says you need to go pro when you’ve just started?

Chicken tonight

 What you need:

(Serves 2)

Chicken:

2 chicken thighs

1/2 peeled and sliced onions

1/2 lemon

2 pinches of salts

Some ground black pepper

A sprinkle of dried Provencal herbs

2 small dollop of butter

Flageolet Side dishes:

1 can of flageolet beans (you can probably get this from Carrefour and do choose the fine (fins) ones as they are smoother and softer.)

1/2 peeled and finely chopped onions

Some ground black pepper

2 peeled and cut potatoes

1 teaspoon of sunflower oil

Some salt to taste

How to do it:

  1. Place the thighs on a baking tray.
  2. Marinate the chicken by rubbing salt evenly all over the chicken thighs; top and bottom part. Sprinkle some black pepper and Provencal herb and then squeeze the lemon on the top part of the thighs.
  3. Let the chicken sit for at least a few hours (I let mine rest in the fridge overnight).
  4. Boil the potatoes until they are slightly soft. (This is an important lesson I’ve learned for a well-cooked roast potatoes.)
  5. Place the boiled potatoes around the chicken on the baking tray.
  6. Drop a small dollop of butter on each thigh.
  7. Insert the tray into a pre-heated oven (gas mark medium) for about 1 1/2 hour. Do check on the chicken at 30 minutes interval (this is how I made sure mine didn’t ended up as charcoal chicken) and turn the chicken over once the top has turned brown and crispy. Add a bit of water if you think it looks dry but the onions should keep it moist and since they are thighs, there should be sufficient fat dripping out from the meat. When the bottom part looks brown, flip the chicken over again for that final roast. By this time, you can turn down the heat to low.
  8. About 10 minutes before the chicken is ready, heat a cooking pot and pour the oil over it. Once the oil is hot, put the chopped onions in and stir them until they’re slightly brown.
  9. Pour the can of beans into the pot (do not drain out the juice) and let it boil and then turn down the fire to simmer for about 2 minutes.
  10. Sprinkle some black pepper on the beans.
  11. Serve the dishes onto casserole dishes.

Bon Apetit!

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