A Pound of Flesh, Lightly Sauteed.

A tour bus packed with well-to-do, mostly older, passengers winds its way through the streets of a non-descript tourist town, down the main drag towards its destination. The bus pulls to a stop in front of a down-on-its-luck burger joint plastered with yellow signs warning customers away. The theme park Wonder Warf is just steps away, but these tourists are here for the burger bar. And they’re here because of the signs.
            The health department signs covering Bob’s Burgers’ windows are lettered, unnecessarily. The graphic — a human form pressed between the two halves of a hamburger bun — is perfectly succinct. Although this scene is lifted from Fox’s new animated series Bob’s Burgers, given the resurgence of gastro-cliques meeting to eat the nasty bits of exotic game, it’s hard not to imagine Bob’s Burger garnering a small but devoted following.
In the interest of full disclosure: I would have been on that bus. If only it were that easy. The problems facing a would-be modern cannibal are two fold. Firstly, eating one’s peers is deeply anti-social. Given our historic propensity to eat one another, making cannibalism taboo seems a sensible base on which to build a large civilization. Secondly, it’s hard to find a good butcher.
Recent evidence published by PLoSONE.org, an online peer-reviewed science journal, shows that butchering a human corpse for consumption was common amongst the ancient Britons. In fact, it turns out they were quite adept at the practice. Although the art is largely lost today, like everything else, how-to-guides can be found on line. Bob Arson, of The Church of Euthanasia, warns that human butchery requires both ample space and time
Even if you decide to clean and process the corpse yourself, there is still the problem of supply. As a food geek (I loath the term foodie), I am obsessed with the freshness and origins of my ingredients, so necro-cannibalism (consuming the flesh of the already deceased) is out. Homicidal anthropophagy, the murderous option, isn’t much of a second choice, given the social stigma attached to hunting and eating people. Even if your livestock consents to being eaten, this defense will be lost on the courts, or at least it was for convicted German cannibal Armin Meiwes.  
            Advancements in medical science suggest that growing human organs for transplant is on the near horizon. However the possibility of ethically (and morally, for that matter) sourced human meat suffered a blow this past February. Vladimir Mironov — the scientist on the cutting-edge of biofabrication (literally the manufacturing of life) and champion of in-vitro feed animal flesh production as a solution to a growing food crisis — was suspended from his Medical University of South Carolina lab, for reasons unrelated to his research.
            The Medical University of South Carolina vows to continue the work being done at their lab.  Would-be cannibals can only hope that Mirinov’s replacement will share the same desire to both heal and feed the world, since the work being done at the MUSC lab represents our best hope at satisfing our innate, murderous hunger. Until then, if you notice an unusual number of people going missing in your neighbourhood, look for a well-fed person, with a murderous glint his eye.    

Beer and Bread - Beating the winter blahs

I am not a fan of winter.  In fact, I have spent considerable effort and substantial amounts cash to avoid as much cold weather as possible.  Frankly, the only thing that get me though our long Canadian winters is the great selection of dark, flavourful winter beers offered by Ontario craft brewers. 
  New comer, Lake of Bays Brewing Company, offers a Mocha Porter -- easily one of my favourites from this year's seasonal selection.  Not as bitter as many porters, and not as boozy as a typical winter beer, this Mocha Porter has a wonderfully balanced flavour, with subtle notes of the cocoa and coffee used in the brewing process.  Lake of Bay Mocha Porter is sold in 750ml bottles at L.C.B.O outlets and their company store.  The large bottle (double the standard bottle size) means there is still enough left to quench your thirst after mixing this dough.


No Knead Lake of Bays Mocha Porter Bread
Yield: 3 loaves (565g pre-cooked weight)
Prep Time: 4 1/4 hrs. (including4 hrs. proofing time)
Cooking Time: 35 - 40 mins.
Special Equipment:  Pizza stone or heavy bottomed pot with lid; parchment paper, 2" deep bownie pan, spray bottle

950g A/P flour (aprox. 6 1/4 cups)
2 Tbsp salt
1 1/2Tbsp dry active yeast
375ml Lake Of Bays Mocha Porter (check availablity at L.C.B.O.) *Please see note at bottom*
375ml water, (100 - 110ºF)
Additional flour for dusting
Cold water in spray bottle
Corn meal (to dust pizza stone) 

  In a large bowl combine A/P flour and salt.  Add yeast.  Add beer and combine using wooden spoon or heavy-duty silicon spatula.  Add hot water, and mix to form homogeneous dough (use hands if dough becomes too stiff to mix with spoon).
  Cover and let rise in a warm, draft-free spot for 2 hours or until doubled in size (the heat from a pilot light, or, from light bulb in electric oven is perfect).  When dough has risen, punch the dough to deflate; divide into 3 equal portions (aprox. 565g per loaf).
  At this point the dough is ready to bake, but will improve in flavour if left to retard in the refrigerator.  The dough will stay viable for about 10 days if covered and left in the fridge.  You can also freeze this dough; thaw and bake using the method given below.

  Dust hands and work surface liberally with flour to prevent the dough from sticking.  Form one portion of dough into a boule by pinching and twisting the bottom of the dough, then tuck the resulting tail under the loaf.  Cover and let rest for 60 - 90 minutes.
  The bread can be baked in two different ways, either using a pizza stone or using a heavy bottomed pot with a lid (this method also requires parchment paper). 
Either:
--Pizza Stone Baking Method:
  Place one oven rack at the lowest setting, and a second rack at the highest setting.  Fill square pan with warm water and place on the top rack; place pizza stone on lower rack.  Pre-heat oven to 450ºF for 30 minutes.
  When the oven is hot spay the top of the boule with cold water and cut an "X" or checker board with a serrated knife.  Spraying the loaf with water serves two purposes, first it allows the blade to cut the top of the dough without sticking; secondly, it the spray of cold water causes a burst of steam when the loaf enters the oven.  This burst of steam gives the boule it's crisp, crunchy crust.
  There are 2 ways to prevent the dough from sticking to the stone.  Personally I place my dough on parchment paper so that I can carry it to the oven more easily, if you don't have parchment paper you can dust the stone with coarse corn meal right before setting down the loaf.  Place the dough on hot stone.  Bake for 30 - 40 minutes, till crust is golden brown, and the bread sounds hollow when tapped.  Most ovens have hot-spots I turn my loaves after 15 minutes.
Or:
--Covered Pot Method:
  Place oven rack in its lowest position.  Place heavy bottomed pot on rack and set oven to 450ºF.  Pre-heat oven and pot for 30 minutes.
  Place dough on parchment paper.  Spray top of the dough with cold water and make a single cut down the centre of the loaf.  When oven is hot, lower loaf on parchment paper into hot pot (carefully!) and cover.  Reduce heat to 425ºF and bake, covered, for 20 minutes.  After 20 minutes, remove lid and bake for another 10 to 20 minutes to brown the crust.  The bread is ready when the crust is a nice golden colour, and sounds hollow when tapped.

  A loaf coming out of the oven should "sing" -- as the crust hits the cooler air outside the oven it starts to crackle and pop audibly.  Place the loaf on a wire cooling rack and let stand as long as you can stand the smell of fresh baked bread.  
  Slather warm bread with butter, or a nice soft and salty brie (try Château de Bourgogne or Brillat-Savarin from France, or from closer to home, try Comfort Cream, Soeur Angele, or Saînt Honoré from Canada).

*Notes about the beer.  Lake of Bays seems to be getting their products into more and more L.C.B.O.s.  If the Mocha Porter in not available near you I suggest the widely available Young's Double Chocolate Stout, but any porter or stout will do (although I would only suggest using Guinness as a last resort).
  I am a big fan of Lake of Bays Mocha Porter.  I can't help but pour myself some while making this bread, which is why this recipe only calls for half the bottle.  If you are not a fan, this recipe is easily doubled, and the loaves freeze well.  Many of the other beers that can be used a substitutes are available in 500ml bottles or cans.  If you use a full 500ml can or bottle subtract the additional beer from the hot water, so that there is still 750ml of liquid added to the dough.

A Magyar Curse - A Chicken Paprikash Recipe Review

   I learned a lot from my best friend and next door neighbour’s Hungarian grandmother. As a child I could tell you to “shove your mother’s religion up a horse’s ass” in perfect Magyar. Later in life, I learned to smoke a Rothman’s Blue with out hocking up a lung. But of all the things Grandma Julie taught me, an appreciation of Hungarian food is something that I somehow missed.

   To be honest I have no memory of ever even trying Hungarian food. So when I was given the task of reviewing a chicken paprikash recipe for my George Brown food writing class, I must say I was excited.

   Traditionally chicken paprikash would be served with spaetzle (imagine a cross between an egg noodle and gnocchi), and this recipe included a side bar on making spaetzle for those seeking an “authentic” experience. I opted for egg noodles from a bag for two reasons. Firstly, that’s how Grandma Julie served her paprikash; secondly, the last time I tried making spaetzle I ended up with batter dripping from my elbow and a steaming pot of wallpaper paste. 

   I would have preferred this dish over potatoes, and while potatoes are given as an optional ingredient, no instructions are provided to tell the cook when, where or how much potato should be added. This chicken paprikash recipe is also let down by a few other omissions. Most notably temperatures and an over all cooking time are lacking — I rarely caramelise onions and had forgotten how long the process can take, as a result dinner was served much later than anticipated. 

   Overall the dish turned out well. The chicken was juicy, tender and cooked to a turn. The gravy was rich and pungent with spice, with smoky undertones. I would have made sauce a little hotter, by substituting one of the two tablespoons of smoked paprika for the hot variety, however none of my fellow diners agreed with me, and the recipe doesn’t specify whether to use hot or sweet smoked paprika. 

   I don’t think I would make this dish again. Frankly if I am going to take the time to caramelise onions there are other things I would rather make, but that means I am going to have to duck some phone calls; my neighbour is already calling for seconds.


***I have not included the recipe here because it is secondary to the exercise, and also out of a sense of fairness to the author, as the recipe is clearly a working draft.***

Dirty Yellow Lies

   No one should be forced to confront their own hypocrisy. Not this way.  Not surrounded by a pile of yellow and orange balls of wax paper that once wrapped willful ignorance. And yet here I am, surrounded by grease stained taco wrappers that silently scream “Je tʼaccuse.” Each crumpled ball tells a dirty lie, and an even dirtier truth.

   Personally I blame Amanda Obney for this unpleasant journey of self-discovery. On January 19th, the Alabama law firm of Beasley, Allen, Crow, Methvin, Portis and Miles filed a lawsuit on Amandaʼs behalf in a California U.S. District Court against the Taco Bell Corporation.  According to the complaint, Taco Bellʼs beef tacos not only fail to meet the standards set for ground beef, but even the 40% fresh beef standard set by the USDA to qualify simply as "meat."

   While the allegations have been greeted publicly with tongue-in-cheek shock, the California lawsuit has deep personal implications. Implications that go much deeper than the possible health consequences of eating a substance that may be more grain and silicon dioxide (more commonly known as sand) than meat. Regardless of whether the taco filling is 100% beef or if it is just “meat adjacent” as Stephen Colbert suggested, this lawsuit exposes a personal ethical blind spot.

   Working in a small gourmet food shop, selling locally produced foodstuffs, I crafted a food narrative – not just about the products I sold, but about myself as a lover of raw milk bries and truffles. Herein lies the ethical dilemma. Embarrassing as it is to admit publicly, tacos, and more specifically Taco Bell tacos are deeply entwined in my culinary identity – at the age of 9 I taught myself how to make tacos, and as I progressed dreamed of working Taco Bell developing recipes. And this reality is at stark odds with the story of the locavore I have built for myself.

   According to food ethicist and director of the Centre for Ethics and Law in Copenhagen, Christian Coff, we connect to food ethically through the narrative of its production. Increasingly the story of our food is a carefully constructed work of fiction, packaged as fact. Fast food chainsʼ narrative focuses not on the food as a product but rather the brand as a life style, as a trusted childhood friend.

   Since Taco Bell opened its first Ontario location in 1981 I have had trouble passing a one without making “run for the border,” as an early Taco Bell advertising slogan urged. And while my soft taco may speak more of test tubes and high density feed lots, than cattle grazing in a rural idyll, I for one will still “think outside the bun.”

World Cup Suppers

My wife, Abby, doesn't enjoy watching sports. I lack the patience that it takes to be a dedicated fan, and am content to occupy the sidelines with the other poseurs––those who only tune into the World Series, or Stanley Cup. Personally the only sporting competition that I will follow from start to finish, watching every possible game, is the World Cup.
On June 11th, as I tuned into South Africa v Mexico, I warned Abby that the next few weeks may not be so fun for her. She is being a good sport about it––thanks to our HDTV she can finally see the ball.
To make things interesting Abby suggested World Cup Suppers. The dishes I prepare must be influenced by the cuisine of any or all of the non-losers (as it is possible to tie in the Group Stage).
Friday:
South Africa v. Mexico; France v. Uruguay:
I had already planned to make tacos using a grass-fed flank steak. Thankfully Mexico tied South Africa.
Picco de Gallo:
1x Vine ripened Tomato, brunoise
1x Yellow Boy Tomato, brunoise
1x Shallot, brunoise
Cilantro, to taste
Lime Juice
Salt and pepper, to taste
Cut tomato and shallot into brunoise, or very fine dice. Wash and dry cilantro, remove large stalks, and roughly chop. Add cilantro. Cilantro can be quite strong tasting and some people don't like it's taste. I don't recommend omitting the cilantro, if you don't like it only add a bit, or, substitute part or all for parsley––the green is vital to visual presentation of the salsa. Squeeze in fresh lime juice, about 1/2 a lime depending of how juicy your limes are. Add salt and pepper to taste. Rest for at least 10 minutes to allow flavours to marry.
I pan fried the steak with a light Mexican rub––I use a mix of dried chilies, cocoa, star anise, cloves, salt, pepper, brown sugar, coriander seeds, celery seed, cumin, garlic powder, onion powder. Sear 1 side over high heat, turn and reduce heat to medium, and cook to desired 'done-ness'

Saturday:
Korea v. Greece; Argentina v. Nigeria; England v. U.S.A.:
Because of work on Saturdays dinners are usually light and easy to prepare. We ate a collection of Welsh and Scottish cheeses––we don't have English cheese at the shop, and besides the English have a habit of claiming things Welsh and Scottish as their own.

Sunday:
Algeria v. Slovenia; Serbia v. Ghana; Germany v. Australia:
I must admit total ignorance of the cuisine of the first four teams, and their national cuisine. I discovered that Slovenian food is greatly influenced by Italian cuisine, and since Italy is playing today––the following day––I chose not to make Slovenian food.
Ghanaian cooking, it turns out, uses a lot of starch mashes, cassava, yam, and plenty of plantain, or slow roasted stews. I was fearful that dinner was going to be bratwurst and potato salad, then I found this recipe at africawithin.com:
Avocado Salad with Groundnut Dressing:
2x Avocado, chunked or sliced
15ml Lemon Juice
30ml Groundnuts/Peanuts
2.5ml Paprika
2.5ml Cinnamon
Cayenne, to taste
Salt and Pepper, to taste
Remove pit from avocados, and cube. Add lemon juice and toss to coat, set aside.
I used Sudani peanuts, which many bulk stores carry (Sudani peanuts have a pinkish, streaky skin). Remove skin from nuts and crush using the heel of your knife, a coffee grinder, or a mortar and pestle. Add spices. I sub'ed paprika for a 50/50 blend of a spicy North African chili powder and Hungarian paprika, and omitted the cayenne.
I made the mistake of blending the peanut/spice mix with the lemon juice, which I do not suggest. Adding the lemon juice to the spices turns the spices into a kind of paste that is hard to coat the avocado with. Also, I only had one avocado, but left all other ratios as is. If you only have one avocado halve the recipe, otherwise the dressing eclipses the delicate taste of the avocado. The lack of oil totally freaked me out, so I added about 1/2 a tablespoon of really high quality Spanish olive oil, if you have avocado oil, it would be preferable (only add olive oil if you have a really delicate one with nice fruity and grassy notes to compliment the avocado).
This salad turned out much better than I had expected. I would use hot paprika rather than sweet, and probably smoked rather than plain.

The main consisted of deli bought schnitzel, and garlic rubbed, oven toasted, potato chive bread topped with tomato shallot concasse mix.




Easy Summery Cilantro Dip

15g fresh ginger, peeled and grated
1x small clove of garlic, peeled and grated
2x cilantro plants, stemmed and finely chopped
1 tsp honey
1/2 tsp smoked paprika (hot or sweet to taste)
250ml sour cream
250ml Baltic style yogurt

Combine ingredients and allow flavours to marry in refrigerator for at least an hour.

Hoi An - Street Breakfast

I broke the yolk on the egg before I took this photo. The dish was still screaming hot so I wanted to give the yolk a chance to coagulate with the gravy that is ladled over top. It comes topped with canned ham (a Viet version of Spam) some real meat and lots of onions. A nice fresh baguette is served on the side (quality baguettes are the only good thing the French did for the Vietnamese).
I ordered a coffee along side and it came to 23,000 dong (or roughly $1.50). Without the coffee the dish is 15,000 (or just under a dollar). It is easily the best breakfast deal in Hoi An. If you get up early enough they are served all around the main tailor market, otherwise head to the Hanh Cafe office the stall I ate at was just around the corner, just off the main drag.

Hoi An Street Food - Part 1

Cao Lau is the local specialty noodle dish in Hoi An. It is a bit like New York City pizza, it just can't be re-created elsewhere. The reason is actually the same as for NYC pizza; it all has to do with the water. Hoi An noodles are made with well water that has a unique mineral composition, so even if you get everything else right, it just won't taste the same.
My biggest complaint about Hoi An is the price of food. I expect to pay more in a restaurant, there is more overhead, but noodle stalls are supposed to be the cheap local's alternative. The price for the noodles at this stall was similar to all the restaurants. It turns out all the locals were Vietnamese tourists. Oh well...
It was over priced for a noodle stall, but it is nice to actually watch your dish being prepared, where you can see that everything is fresh. Behind closed restaurant doors you can never be sure how fresh your food is.
Cao Lau is not quite like Pho or Bun, there is actually little broth. It is more a bowl of noodles than a bowl of noodle soup. The rice noodles come with a healthy serving of sliced pork, and lots of fresh lettuce, basil and bean sprouts.


Cao Lau, Hoi An noodles with pork.

Hanoi Street Food Part 2

I am writing this post while enjoying a bowl of sweet pumpkin soup at a Hanoi's most popular guesthouse, The Hanoi Youth Hotel. While I have been trying to stick to street food, this place makes a great lemonade and the prices are rather reasonable (as long as you stay away from pizza and burgers), and it all comes with free wi-fi connection.
Anyhow on to yesterday's massive lunch.
I walked by this place and they were frying up fresh spring rolls, and they smelled so delicious I had to come in and try them. I shot this video while waiting for what I thought was just going to be two spring rolls (which is what I tried to order).



What I got instead of two spring rolls is a massive spread of food. A bowl of steaming broth with BBQ meat which I assume was pork, and grilled little meat balls, which again I assume were made with pork. Who knows, or cares really, as long as it tastes good, right? Accompanying this was a massive plate of noodles, which you add to the broth as you go (I watched how the locals ate it and just followed suit). When the mama set the soup in front of she tossed in a spoonful of red stuff from a plastic container, pointed to the fresh hot peppers and indicated that I should add some (which naturally I did). The salad is a mix of bib lettuce, a little mint, and basil, which you pick at as you go.

The whole spread.
This set me back 40,000 dong.

Soup with some noodles tossed in.

Spring rolls for dipping into the soup
or eaten with some of the herbs from the fresh salad.

EH-OH

The Fonz's favourite snack. Found these in Hong Kong 7-11

Hanoi Street Food Part 1

Dealing with Hanoi during the day can be a total pain in the ass. Traffic is heavy and the sky is always a crappy gray colour, presumably because of the traffic.
While the city tends to go to bed early, from sunset till 11pm Hanoi is at it's best.
Now that my stomach has returned to normal function (it seemed I suffered from slow digestion because of the switch from rich, braised French style dishes using mostly animal fats to Thai style stir-fried dishes in poor quality palm oils). I bravely stroll into busy food stall and just eat whatever is given to me.


"Little Pillows" from the spring roll stand
I read about these on blog to which I will later post a link.
This cost a whopping 6,000 Dong.

The bun stand. It was hard to find a seat so I knew it was good.

Chopping up the pork hock for the noodle soup.

After suffering from a cold worsened by
train and plane A/C. This bowl of soup did my soul good.

After the Bun stand I made my way to a busy corner where locals were chowing down on bags of sunflower seeds washed down with cold lemon tea. I opted for a beer and sat with the only two other white people there. They left shortly after I arrived, so I sat there soaking in the atmosphere. I was almost done my beer when the corner shop was broken up (not in the violent sense) by the police. I had to hide inside the shop with a few locals while we waited for the police to leave. I would have taken a photo but most people left and the cops were still hanging around the area, breaking up other tea joints.

Asia Scenic Cooking School - Chiang Mai

Our Class (that is Mam on the left).

I am supposed to be starting Culinary Training at George Brown this January, although it looks like I might have to defer for a semester while I try to organize funding. Anyway, I came to Asia with the plan of attending a few different cooking schools to pick up a few tricks.
I spent a day checking the different options out before finally deciding on Asia Scenic Cooking School. Walking into the school I received a friendly greeting, from Mam the main teacher, and a break down of what we would be learning.
The other schools, which seem to be more popular, like Baan Thai and others, were more like factories than schools. All the prep work was done for you, and in some cases you had little choice in which dishes you learned to make. Not so for Asia Scenic, every step was hands on, to the point of making your own pastes, and tasting and smell herbs from their backyard organic garden. If different students chose different dishes you also got to watch them prepare their food, essentially learning them too.
All the photos from this post are the property of Asia Scenic and are reproduced with permission (Thanks Mam)
Making noodle dishes,
Pad Thai for me, just to see what if anything I was missing

Learning to properly wrap spring rolls,
for some reason I have always found it harder
than hand rolling Vietnamese fresh rolls.

The class proudly showing off their spring rolls.

Making deep fried bananas, made before the mains
as they are often eaten cold from little plastic bags from street vendors.

Prep work...chopping garlic

That's me cooking up some Cashew Nut Chicken

Our class relaxing after gorging
ourselves on all the food we made.

Chiang Mai BBQ

I couldn't tell you where this place is, or what it is call, other than by it is close to the shell station outside the moat. It is all you can eat for 139B/person (or just over $4/person Canadian), however you pay 30B for not cleaning your plate. For somebody like me this means a long slow meal, but one you can relish in.

I had been recently suffering from "slow digestion" but the Thai chemist/pharmacist totally sorted me out so this was the first real full-on meal I had eaten in days.

Old friends we met here 2 years ago, Greg and Janine, brought us here with their friend Eve who had recently made the move from Koh Lanta to Chiang Mai. These all-you-can-eat BBQ joints are common in Chiang Mai, and are quite popular with locals. Apart from us, the only falang there was with his local girlfriend. I had a rather long and interesting conversation with a man who spoke no English, and I of course speak no Thai.

The Table Is Set.


You toss a big chunk of fat on the top
so that meats don't stick. The juices run
down the grill and flavour the broth where you cook veg & prawns

Eve Working The Q

Janine teaching me the art of cleaning
a cooked prawn. And yes, I did suck out the head bits!


Greg starting his own prawn genocide.


The mid-meal prawn body count.
These are just Greg's. Ours paled in comparison.

Prawn corpses and Chang beer.

Greg's final prawn body count.

Lub'd - Pt II

So just had breakfast downstairs in the Lub*d.
Croissant was the best I have had yet in Asia, light and flaky like they should be. There is nowhere near the amount of butter that there should be, but it is understandable.
The coffee that came included? Just as bad as the first cup, thankfully they provided Abby with milk for her tea which she didn't use, so 2 shot glasses of UHT milk made it un-coffee-like substance at least potable.

No Name Part II

Mama's In The Kitchen
Makin' Up NoName

I got Mama to show me how to make it at home.
Here was a bit of a language barrier but I think I got it.
Veg. NoName
Shredded flesh of coconut (1 whole coconut seems to be enough for one large order)
1 - 2 Tbsp of palm sugar
1 - 2 Tbsp of Naam Po (not quite sure what it is but I think it is the water used to rehydrate dried shrimp; there was a pink sludge at the bottom but clear water on top, they said it is like fish sauce but different)
1/4 - 1/2 c of white flour, enough to form a very loose dough)
add desired veg (corn, cut up green beans, peas, et.al.)
Form into rough patties.
Deep fry.
NB Mama's had more of a shredded coconut texture, others have had more of a pakora/pancake feel, I imagine you could use coconut powder and adjust wet as needed.

Lub'd

Worst. Coffee. Ever.
It tasted like dish water and used coffee grounds accidentally brushed against one another in a subway.
It was like if a malicious man (not evil like Hitler or Stalin) were reborn as a cup of joe. It actually made me miss the instant crap with non-dairy creamer and too much sugar.

Koh Samui - Night Food

Unless you want to eat McDonald's or grossly over-priced and bland "western food" Koh Samui can be a foodie wasteland. Thankfully every night, next to the girly bars, a line of stalls sets up offering up cheap Thai dishes of varying quality.

My Favourite
Baan Lamai Night Market Food Stall

The first night Abby grabbed a Penang curry that left much to be desired, under-spiced, over salted, and tasting largely of kaffir lime.
Thankfully I scoped out this gem of a stall. Serving up freshly cooked Kebabs, satay, springroll, and most importantly to me, Noname. I first ate Noname when I visited Koh Tao (2 islands north of Samui), in that case it was Prawn Noname, since then I have only found Veggie Noname. I have tried time and time again to find a Thai restaurant at home with no luck. The closest thing I can liken it to would be an Indian Pakora, but even that isn't really close.
A heaping plate of Noname with a Kebab and a springroll topped out at a whopping 75 Baht (1$CDN = 32 Baht) so under $2.50. The next stall over is the shake stand (Thai Shakes are raw fruit, ice and a lot of sugar), mango shakes are the most expensive at 30B, all others are 25, if you opt for "alcohols" all shakes are 50B and contain 2-3 shots of Sang Som (Thai Rot Gut Whiskey)
Thai Veggie Noname

Pad Thai - Part 1 of ?

Asia is a land of amazing street food, especially so in Thailand. While many lament the loss of traditional home cooking, the quality of what is available on the streets puts Toronto to shame, even with our new expanded "healthy", "international" options. Even the worst street Pad Thai is freshly prepared to order, unlike those hot dogs that sit, drying out, on the top rack of the grill only to be finally sliced and cooked again to oblivion.
We grabbed this Pad Thai from some random stall lining the walls of a downtown Bangkok park.



Temple Spice Crab

I have never really been one for seafood, for myriad reason. Foremost is our general treatment of the oceans, meaning it is at once a toilet and a pantry. The few fish species that I do enjoy eating (fresh blue fin tuna, salmon & swordfish) carry such a heavy price tag (in terms of both price and cost) that I feel more and more guilty with every bite. There is a reason why it is so hard to find decent Toro (the fatty under belly of the Blue Fin) these days; the mature tuna that yield the best cuts don't exist anymore.
Wild seafood is the one product that people have no qualms about eating into extinction. In Canada I could not hunt a moose and then serve it in a commercial kitchen (and with good reason) yet there is nothing stopping me from serving mass quantities of our dwindling salmon stock. With the exceptions of trout, carp and catfish, farmed fish is an environmental nightmare.
Another reason I eat little seafood is that often it is expensive, of poor quality and generally not overly fresh.
Anyway, enough ranting about fish. When I do eat seafood outside a sushi bar it is only because it has been out of its native waters for hours, not stored in a tank for days, or flown on ice half way around the globe. The only lobster I have eaten and liked was in Mexico and we bought it from the fisherman almost immediately after it was caught, and we ate it shortly thereafter.

The crab served up at Temple Spice Crab (in the Temple Street Night Market) was wonderfully fresh and sweet. The platter (carrying one lone crab) arrived smothered in wok fried garlic and chili peppers. The crab is market price, so we ended up paying 120 HK$ (or just under 20$CDN).


We also paired the crab with Spicy Eggplant with Pork. The eggplant is a fave from home, both Abby and I make this regularly, and first started eating it at New Ho King on Spadina St in Toronto. The eggplant wasn't as good as either our homemade version, or that from New Ho King. Not so strangely, it tasted a little fishy.

Wanderlust...

Our first wedding anniversary is fast approaching and with it a full calendar year since I have been outside of Canada. Abby and I casually resolved to go away for 5 weeks this November, at first I was a little unsure that we actually would. A number of events have conspired to give Abby a year off of school, so we plan to take advantage of the time off. So it is official now; we are Thailand bound!
The plan is to spend most of our time kicking around the Islands. Friends of ours, The Loves of Ol' Blighty, suggested this little paradise on Koh Phangan. We can't make it our first stop though, as this seems exactly the type of place where a week turns into a month and then we have to rush to the border before our visas expire. Not that 5 weeks on Phangan would be a bad thing.
After the 5 weeks Abby will have to come home and return to work, I don't have to though. I am going to stay behind to take a two week Thai cooking course.
I am so excited!