Phew, what a long title! This recipe is an extension of my ‘broccoli & coconut cream soup’ recipe. I even made another dish out of it! Really an experiment that tasted good like it is below rather than mixed with the soup I thought!
Monthly Archives: September 2012
First of all apologies for not being able to reply to comments or likes and checking out the blogs of all the wonderful people who take the time to look at mine. I have a friend visiting me here for a week or two that I met in Bangkok 4 months ago. We spent a lot of time together and have developed a friendship and I am over the moon to have visitors that I can show around my new new home city:-) I will definitely get round to it!
Here’s a delicious and easy vegan soup recipe I created. Reasons being that I’ve read a lot of information on the net about vegetables like broccoli, cauliflower , cabbage and pak choi being good for reducing the activity of an over active thyroid. So I am trying to include more of these vegetables into my diet.
I’ve made this soup twice now and here is the recipe for my favourite version which is also the easiest. It tasted best without the optional veggies in the ingredients.
I’ve got loads of recipes and photos to share just from the past few weeks. I’ve more or less recovered from my dengue fever now.
In the last week I’ve been ever so busy that I haven’t been able to post anything. And I’d rather publish a proper post than boring facebook 3 liners about me brushing my teeth or going to the toilet. After spending almost a month sick mostly at home in bed feeling shi, I’m now well enough to go out and do stuff- so off course I am. I’ve been out with friends drinking 3 nights in a row. Funny when sick, one feels so poorly and shit. Then once healthy one chooses to drink lots in the evening and feel poorly and shit the next day?? Just one of many of life’s perpetual perplexities:-)
Two Days ago I made a dinner for 15-20 people. All Khmer friends. Now Khmer guests are a huge challenge. They are like my parents. They like only their own food, be it Khmer or Bengali; anything else is suspect. So this was very interesting. There’ll be a post about this soon:-)
This recipe ‘Black Pepper & Mustard Chicken Wings’ is one from my backlog. So in the coming week or two I will publish my huge dinner and other interesting things about my life here. Taking the photos and re-working them on Light room (I don’t have a clue about photoshop) takes so much time it’s unbelievable.
I love this picture-it’s good enough to eat!! 🙂
This is one of the first Cambodian dishes I’ve cooked since I’m here. Almost authentic because I made one slight change to the recipe. You may think that I’m living in Cambodia and it’s taken this long to cook Cambodian. Truth is I didn’t have a kitchen for such a long time (16 months to be exact) during this trip that I could only eat local food where ever I was. Sometimes good and sometimes a downright disaster. Anyone who knows me in Europe will know what a pain in the ass I can be when it comes to eating out. I can easily walk for 2 hours (on an already empty starving stomach) in a ridiculously foul mood because I refuse to pay money (no matter how little) for crap food. Unfortunately for me most food places in Berlin have substandard food quality. Since travelling I had to give up my high and mighty food standards for eating out. I would’ve starved to death. And the food isn’t all fantastic here like I thought. Whether eating out in Bangladesh, Malaysia, Singapore , Thailand or here in Cambodia, the good places have to be found (and I usually refuse to pay western prices to eat out in Asia). Amazing from the zillions of hawker stalls and street food available how much is to my liking. Too oily, little taste, tough meat, not spiced well or made with misery. I believe that food absorbs the energy of the cook and kitchen. If the kitchen is filthy in the nooks and crannies, I won’t be eating from that kitchen for long. And miserable cooks make me miserable when I eat their food. The same goes for anger. I don’t need angry cooks feeding me their anger as I have enough of my own to deal with.
The difference is of course if one get’s invited into a family for a meal. In Bangladesh I ate exclusively with my extended family and occasionally here in Cambodia I was lucky enough to eat with a family. Only then does one eat real food made with love that can be tasted and felt. The difference is amazing. This is the reason I cook. To make food with love and passion….and as healthy as possible so I can dance a jig immediately after dinner. This is how I measure the standard of my cooking. Food should taste and feel good during and after eating.
Anyway, since I live in Cambodia I can eat Cambodian dishes everyday (and did so for months on end), so it wasn’t on my priority list for cooking.
Cambodian snake head fish – you get the same fish in Bangladesh. How on Earth they swam the freshwater distance is beyond me…??
Baby water melon…..?
This is called a CNG (or vostok) in Bangladesh. In English it’s called an auto-rickshaw. They are imported from India, and are by far my favourite mode of transport in Bangladesh. The feeling of freedom cos there’re no doors and I still never fell out; the capacity to fit in more than 8 grown ups plus chickens, children and babies. And sometimes even motorcycles…..I love it!!
Most of my life I’ve spent in sprawling mega cities and thought that anything less would drive me to a creative suicide out of shear boredom from the cows, trees and endless untouched nature. But after more than 18 months here in Asia, I’ve spent almost a year in a very small village (my birthplace) in Bangladesh. And some of the time in a small city (that resembles a large village) namely Siem Reap, Cambodia where I am now. In between I’ve travelled through Malaysia over a month, spent many weeks in Kuala Lumpur, and then a month in Bangkok. Big Asian cities. I’m sure they’re nothing compared to Bombay or Delhi in India or even many of the smaller 10 million plus population cities in China. Both of these countries remain a part of my future travel plans.
And my analysis of my short travels-I’m sick of big cities. I never have to be stuck in a traffic jam, parking is always a piece of cake, the air is so clean I feel dirty from my thoughts alone…..I must admit it does get (a little :-)) boring at times! Not so many places to go out, not that much on offer in terms of entertainment-in Siem Reap they don’t even have a cinema. But am I complaining?? I’ve been stressed approximately 3 times in the last 4 months (for some silly reasons I can’t even remember)…… in total!! That’s compared to 3 times in 3 minutes in Berlin or 3 times in 3 seconds in London! So is this it for me?? Life in the slow lane?? Naah!! I’ll get ants in my pants again sooner or later and then big cities will once again have their opportunities to get me stressed and angry about something so mundane as the old woman who’s walking too slow in front of me…..or swearing all sorts because I’ve just missed the train and don’t have the 2 minutes to spare to wait for the next one….! This life I’ve left behind and will surely go back to (at least for brief reminders that I don’t want it anymore).
Anyway here are some more picks from my time in Dhaka. I’ve actually got thousands and thousands of pictures from everywhere I’ve been in the last 18 months. Sooner or later I’ll be posting brief glimpses of my life here in Asia.
Baridhara – the expat rich area of Dhaka, Bangladesh
During my year in Bangladesh I went to Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh many times. Always for a particular, very important and unavoidable reason, fun not being one of them. A mega dirty city with nightmare traffic jams that meant at worst 4 hours to get from one part to another. All in the “lovely” sweltering heat, noise and stink of 4 wheel drives, CNG’s, trucks, countless buses and thousands and thousands of rickshaws.
Here are some pictures of Dhaka!
Dhaka-city of dreams….??