Another breadmaking attempt goes awry

For those of your with broadband, you can watch the whole thing in this three-minute video.  For the low-bandwidth version, see below. 

 

You know that I enjoy baking.  You know that I’m still on a quest to create a really good loaf of whole wheat bread, a loaf like the ones I bought at Whole Foods back when I lived in the US.  And I hope you know that these continual mishaps and disappointments are real, not just staged for your entertainment.

After my last attempt, I felt I had at least arrived at a recipe that had good flavor and good self-rising capabilities thanks to the sourdough starter I’ve been nuturing.  The problem was, the loaf wasn’t big enough to fill the pan.

This time I increased the recipe by 50%, approximately how much more bread I needed in the pan to get a loaf big enough for sandwiches.

Somewhere after the first rise I got distracted and decided to bake the bread in my French loaf pan.  I don’t know why I didn’t stick with my normal rectangular loaf pan.  Changing pans meant that I wouldn’t be able to compare the volume of the new loaf to the old one.  But some whim captured my fancy and the French loaf pan seemed like a brilliant idea.

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At first, it seemed like a success.  After the second rise, I had a beautifully shaped loaf that looked a lot like a real French batard.  I was even able to score the surface without any tearing or deflating.

I popped the pan into the oven, added hot water to the cast-iron skillet in the bottom of the oven in order to create steam.  (Now you know why there are rust stains in it.)

Fifteen minutes later the aroma of fresh-baked bread began to fill the house.  Oh, I just knew I was on the path to success!

When it came time to pull the loaf out of the oven, it was a little dark on the outside – note to self: lower temperature next time – but the internal temperature indicated that it was cooked through.

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The problem came when I tried to remove the loaf from the pan.  The pan, which has a thousand or so tiny perforations to allow the crust to crisp on all sides, was supposedly non-stick.  In fact, a previous loaf I baked in it had pulled away with no problem.

But this time the dough had risen into hundreds of those holes, expanding as the loaf baked and essentially gripping the pan like hundreds of little fingers.  I couldn’t remove the loaf!

I tried using a silicone spatula to slip between the crust and the pan.  No success.  Ultimately, 80% of the loaf came away while 20% stayed with the pan.

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The upshot was that despite its hideous exterior, like Victor Hugo’s Hunchback, the loaf contained a complex, delicate, and rich interior that was worth knowing.  Especially with butter and preserves.

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The downside was that I had to “stew” the pan for several hours over low heat, basting it with water, in order to loosen the lower crust.  Even then, I still had to take a toothpick and clean out each of those hundreds of holes, one by one.  Next time, despite the claims of non-stickiness, I’m using parchment paper.

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The starter is back out of the refrigerator, though, so I’ll try another loaf this week.  Stay tuned…

 

Sii Ruup (Four Pictures)

Here are four pictures that characterize my past week:

 

View from my living room window during the day: gardeners trimming palm fronds and then retrieving them from the swimming pool.

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A new project for my to-do list: scrub and re-season my old cast iron skillet.

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The idosyncratic sights of the Big Mango: A gardner for hire drives through city traffic with his broom and weed wacker strapped to the back of his motorsai.

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Highlight of each morning: Seeing Khun Tawn dressed up sharp before he heads off to work.

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Coming soon: Another bread baking experiment (with video!) and a night at karaoke.

 

Chiang Mai Part 2

P1070102 Saturday morning was beautiful, still a little overcast but cooler than most mornings in Khrungthep and a bit less humid, too. 

Breakfast was included in our room rate, so we walked over to the restaurant.

Left: Me outside the main lobby building.

As I mentioned in Part 1, Chiang Mai was pretty deserted as this is the off season.  The population at the resort was similarly sparse. 

The restaurant staff did a really good job of maintaining a wide selection of items in the buffet without putting a large amount of food out.  For example, instead of a basket full of muffins, there was a banana-leaf tray with six of them.  They were neatly arranged, had a flower as decoration, etc. but you could tell they didn’t want to waste food.

 

 

P1070088 The restaurant is open-air and has an adjacent patio (right) where you can dine under the branches of a huge tree. 

The tree, with its many vines, roots, and Northern Thai-style lanterns (the white ones, below) hanging from its branches, was the focal point of the resort.  The owner wrote in his welcome letter that he selected the site of the resort specifically because of the tree.

 

 

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After breakfast we looked around the resort.  We learned that the annual staff party would be held that evening, so the restaurant would close at eight.  This was fine as we had other plans in mind for dinner.  We also noticed (“we”, “we”, “we”… as if Tawn doesn’t have his own blog – maybe if I stop writing “we”, he’ll update his blog), that the staff was conducting a ceremony at the base of the large tree.  It seems that they were replacing the spirit house with a new one.

P1070089 I’ve spoken about spirit houses before, but a brief explanation for those who are unfamiliar: While Thais are mostly a Buddhist nation, many animist, Brahmanist, and Hindu beliefs form a sort of quasi-religious subtext.  One of the more common of these is the belief that the land, trees, mountains, etc. have spirits living on or in them.

 

 

P1070096 When the land is developed to build a house, shop, or other building, you are obligated to erect a house – a “spirit house” – in which the displaced spirits can live.  This is placed in an auspicious spot, is appropriately sized (huge ones outside malls, smaller ones outside residential houses), and the residents and tenants regularly pay respect to the spirits by offering incense, candles, drinks and food. 

In the entry located here, you can see me making an offering to our condo’s spirit house on the day we moved in.  Also, the most famous spirit house in Thailand is the Erawan Shrine.  Read more about it here.

P1070108 The peacock motif appears throughout the resort, often on the ridges and corners of buildings where more commonly a naga tail might be placed. 

A little online research didn’t yield many satisfactory answers as to why the peacock motif is so prevalent in Chiang Mai, although I did learn that in both Hindu and Buddhist mythology, the peacock is symbolic of the worldly realms of appearance whereas the swan is the symbol of the higher realms. 

Also, in Buddhism the peacock’s tail is associated with the Wheel of Dharma.

How’s that for a whole lot of additional trivia that you probably didn’t ever expect to learn? 

 

 

Below, Tawn takes a picture of a beautiful three-dimensional mural of a peacock in the outdoor dining area.

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We started the day with a massage, which is always a fine way to start.  Afterwards we wandered over to Tha Phae Road, on the north side of the Night Market, looking for a tea house that Khun Ken had recommended.  Along the way we found some interesting shops, including the Sun Gallery, pictured below.

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The downstairs area had a wide variety of objects and paintings for sale, but the owner, Khun Veeraphat, opened the upstairs area for us.  It was this beautiful space, one side of which can actually be used by painters to create their works and the other side of which displays more paintings.  The light and volume of the space were really nice as there were balconies at the end of the rooms providing natural lighting.

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Just down the street we found the Siam Celadon Tea House, housed in a two-story teak building of neocolonial design that dates to 1915.  Khun Nit Wangwiwat, owner of the Raming Tea Company, bought the house in 1986 and it was eventually renovated for use as a shop and restaurant. 

P1070136 The highlight of the building is its central atrium, which floods the space with diffused light.  No air conditioning is used and the design, which includes high ceilings, lots of open grilles at the top of walls, and good window placement, allows for visitors to comfortably enjoy their tea with a nice breeze.

It is a pleasant space with a lovely garden in the back and we enjoyed a light bite to eat and some tea.  The shop is located next to a small khlong or canal and every so often the hint of an unpleasant smell wafts over on the breeze.  That was the one downside. 

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We headed back to the resort mid-afternoon and I was able to get a swim in at the pool until I was interrupted by the rain. 

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That evening we enjoyed an Indian meal at the Whole Earth restaurant, located adjacent to the resort.  I’ve eaten there before and they used to have a branch in Khrungthep that has regrettably closed.

P1070154 Located in a beautiful Thai-style building pictured to the left, the food is well-prepared with an extensive vegetarian menu and other meat selections.  We had a fish tikka and a curried okra dish that were amazing.  The service is attentive, too.

Pretty tired from all our walking around – how is it that holidays are so exhausting? – we stopped by the front desk of the hotel and borrowed the Michelle Pfeiffer film, I Could Never Be Your Woman.  Even thought they had several dozen films, they were all things we had either seen before or had no interest in seeing, so we settled for this 2007 comedy.  It was okay, but I’m glad I didn’t pay 100 baht for it in the cinema.

 

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Sunday morning was sunny, with blue skies finally breaking through the clouds.  Our flight was just after noon so we didn’t have a lot of time. 

P1070159 The one last thing on my list was breakfast at Bake & Bite Bakery.  A Chiang Mai fixture with three locations, this is a straight-up American style breakfast place with an emphasis on homemade breads, bagels, muffins and cinnamon rolls.

When Ken and I were up in Chiang Mai a year ago, we enjoyed nice breakfasts here a couple of times.  Since then, I’ve concluded my quest for an American style breakfast place in Khrungthep with Little Home on Thong Lor, about which I have yet to write.

 

P1070157 Left, full-on American breakfast with homemade sausage patties.  My sourdough biscuits are much better, though.

For some reason, I ended up fully satisfied with my breakfast while Tawn was not satisfied with his at all.  I think some of it was that Tawn’s stomach wasn’t feeling terribly well.  But part of it had to do with the chef’s inability to hard boil an egg.  Tawn ordered two hard boiled eggs and the first ones that came out were really soft and spilled all over the place upon cracking the shells.

He pointed this out to the waitress who apologized and brought out two more eggs a few minutes later.  Same problem.  Needless to say, Tawn now doesn’t understand why I like the restaurant.

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After breakfast, we packed our bags and said goodbye to the friendly staff of the Yaang Come Village, who all lined up and wai’d us as we left. 

 

P1070175 Our short flight home was on THAI Airways, a different airline from our flight up because Tawn was originally going to be up in Chiang Mai on business and I booked the same, slightly more expensive flight back as he had. 

Even though the flight is only an hour from takeoff to touchdown, they serve a snack service that, while not gourmet, certainly puts to shame the “hospitality” offered by any US-based airline.

Below left: Tawn special ordered a fish meal, which ended up being cold fish sticks with tartar sauce.  Below right: I ate the standard meal that was being passed out, a pork laab patty (kind of like chicken salad but with pork and Thai spices – it is normally served as a salad and not formed into patties) served with fresh veggies.  As with many of our meals this weekend, mine proved to be the better choice.

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And thus ended our weekend in Chiang Mai.  We’ll have to travel somewhere again soon as there is so much to explore here in Thailand.

 

My iPod ABCs

This seems to be going around as a reasonably clever thing to do.  I read it a few places but most recently on Euphorie’s site.  The idea is to compile of list of song titles from your iPod (or other MP3 player or – shudder! – your LP collection) to correspond to the alphabet.  Perhaps this is very insightful and will tell you a lot about me.  Or perhaps not.

Aprendiz by Alejandro Sanz (MTV Unplugged)

Black Coffee by Ella Fitzgerald (Intimate Ella)

California Dreamin’ by Queen Latifah (The Dana Owens Album)

Doralice by Stan Getz & Joao Gilberto (Getz/Gilberto)

Estate by Jackie Ryan (This Heart of Mine)

Fever by Peggy Lee (Miss Peggy Lee)

Good Enough by Sarah McLachlan (Mirrorball)

How Soon Is Now? by The Smiths (Meat is Murder)

I’ll Cover YouRent (Film Soundtrack)

Jai Bok Wa Chai (“The Heart Says Yes”) by Teerapat “Tui” Sajjagul (Teerapat)

or, if you aren’t counting Thai since it isn’t the English alphabet:

Jealous by Andy Bell (Electric Blue)

Kiss From A Rose by Seal (Seal)

Lush Life by Natalie Cole (Unforgettable With Love)

Moorea by Gipsy Kings (The Best of The Gipsy Kings)

Night and Day by Jamie Cullum Trio (Heard It All Before)

Old Red Eyes Is Back by The Beautiful South (Carry On Up the Charts)

Pride (In the Name of Love) by U2 (The Unforgettable Fire)

Que Reste-t-il De Nos Armours? by Charles Trenet (Le Fou Chantant)

Rock Me Gently by Erasure (Union Street)

Samba de Mon Coeur Qui Bat by Coralie Clement (Salle des Pas Perdus)

There’s Hope by India.Arie (Testimony: Vol. 1, Life & Relationship)

Uska Dara by Eartha Kitt (That Bad Eartha)

Vogue by Madonna (I’m Going to Tell You a Secret)

What Is This Thing Called Love? by Janet Seidel (Delovely)

X – I don’t have any songs beginning with “X”

You Only Tell Me You Love Me When You’re Drunk by Pet Shop Boys (Nightlife)

Zombie by The Cranberries (No Need to Argue)

 

What about you?  What are you iPod ABCs?

 

Chiang Mai Part 1

One thing I’ve discovered the past few days is that if I stay away from my computer (or at least non-work related things on my computer) I get so much more done.  It just can really suck you in.  Gosh, what a discovery!

Our trip up to Chiang Mai was nice.  It is low season here in Thailand and things were deserted up north.  One evening we went to the famed Night Market and it was so empty, I had wondered whether there were any other tourists in town!

Chiang Mai is a popular city, and I enjoy many of the things it has to offer.  But part of me hasn’t ever really liked it, ever since my first visit in 2000.  The core of the city – the Old City – looks and feels a lot like Khao San Road, the backpacker paradise in Khrungthep.  As Tawn points out, that’s a lot better than Pattaya, the whole of which feels like Patpong, the sex bar district in Khrungthep.

We arrived mid-afternoon on Friday and within minutes of stepping out of the airport terminal the afternoon thunderstorm, an event to be repeated daily throughout the weekend, had started its downpour.  The staff of the resort, Yaang Come Village, used a large umbrella – the sort you see in the middle of your outdoor dining table – to ferry us from the taxi to the front steps and then from the lobby after check-in to our room.

The resort is gorgeous just as in the pictures I posted in the previous entry.  It isn’t very large so the staff quickly gets to know you and your preferences.  They are friendly to a degree that is just hard to describe and well-trained.  I’d recommend it for anyone visiting Chiang Mai who wants to stay in a resort.

I will add that I’m not sure I’m really the resort type of person, as I rarely spend a lot of time sitting around the pool or strolling in the gardens.  But this was a beautiful resort.

Friday afternoon after the rains, we headed to Nimmanahaeminda Road Soi 1, an artsy district near Chiang Mai University.  Tawn had read about this soi in Elle Thailand and it seems like an up-and-coming corner of the city.  Apparently, many artists and designers from Khrungthep have relocated to Chiang Mai.

Many of the old houses have been converted into shops.  Some are boutiques and others are galleries and all of them are very cute.  Here are some pictures:

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Above: A cute hair salon.  Below: The front car park and entry way of a shop.

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Above: The extravagant entry to Suriyan Chandra, one of several combination art-furniture-music “lifestyle” stores.  There is a new store called Avatar by the same owner, located a few blocks away.  Avatar is in the midst of a six-month “pre-opening” even though it looked fully open.  Eventually, he’ll have a cafe there, too.  Sadly, it was too dark by the time we arrived so I didn’t get good pictures.  Below: Tawn inside the Suriyan Chandra garden on the other side of the wall above.

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We walked through this neighborhood, a series of small sois that have a number of interesting shops.  Along the way I encountered this tree, below.  Any guesses as to what it is?

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If you guessed “papaya”, you’d be correct.  For all my time in Thailand, I hadn’t seen a papaya tree.  Maybe I can get one for the balcony!

In the late afternoon the last of the stormy skies had cleared and even Doi Suthep (Suthep Mountain) which stands sentry over the city’s northwest, was unshrouded as the clouds dissipated after the storms.

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For dinner, Tawn suggested another Elle recommendation.  The House is a self-styled “restaurant & wine and tapas bar” with a little Thai cafe on the side.  It resides in a renovated colonial home, is very cute, and has attentive if somewhat unpolished service.

It is an attractive place, one of many European restaurants in a city that caters to a large population of expat retirees.  It is my observation that Chiang Mai probably has a better quality of European restaurants than Khrungthep.  What I’ve tried so far has been pretty good.

The food was generally nice but the preparation lacked nuance.  One item in particular, a crab bisque, was a disaster.  When it was served to Tawn, the wide bowl had a brown broth strewn with small bits of crab meat.  There was no cream in sight, which by the very definition of the name is required in order to make the soup a bisque

Tawn tried the broth.  Very bland, as if water had been used to make it instead of stock.

A minute or two later, the waiter arrived with a small bowl of a thick cream and a spoon.  He explained that this was a “do it yourself” bisque where you added the cream.

That was a terrible idea.  The soup was not piping hot and when Tawn added the cream, it curdled, forming small, unappetizing lumps in the broth.  We each tried a spoonful and agreed that the bisque was now even more of a mess than it had been before.

Tawn called the waiter over and explained that its was not edible and ordered something else for an appetizer.  The waiter seemed a little befuddled as to what to say, but eventually did admit to us – rather candidly! – that several other people had said the same thing about the bisque.

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The remainder of the meal was better.  I had a beef carpaccio that was pretty tasty.  Our main courses, a pan-seared sea bass fillet on white bean puree with fresh veggies for me (below) and potato croquettes with avocado salsa and vegetables for Tawn (above), were enjoyable although I definitely wound up with the better selection of food.

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We did enjoy a really good wine find: a 2004 Madfish Cabernet Sauvignon Rose from Western Australia.  It was very fruity but also very dry and crisp.  I’ll be poking around the wine shops here in Khrungthep to see if I can find a half-case.

Finally, for dessert we shared a stalk – that’s it, just one stalk – of rhubarb poached in grenadine syrup, served with raspberry whipped cream and a scoop of rum raisin ice cream.  It was an interesting concept but the syrup was simply so sweet that it overwhelmed the natural tartness of the rhubarb.  Still, it was a light end to the dinner.

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From there we headed to the night market and walked around for a little while.  As I mentioned earlier, the place was deserted.  After an hour we decided to return to the hotel, exhausted from our first afternoon in town.

I’ll leave you with a short video clip shot in the back of a Tuk Tuk as meter taxis are rare in Chiang Mai.

 

More soon…

Return from the North

In case you’re wondering, Tawn and I did return from Chiang Mai.  It has been a busy start to the week, so I haven’t taken the opportunity yet to update on all the things we did up north.  I’ll get to that in the next day or so.  Thanks for your patience.

 

A Computerless Weekend in Chiang Mai

Tawn and I are getting away today to Chiang Mai, Thailand’s “Second City” and the largest city in the northern, mountainous part of the Kingdom.

We’re staying at the Yaang Come Village, a resort that is one of the highest-rated on Trip Advisor.  Hopefully, all those people are right.  Here are some pictures:

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Looks nice, eh?  Well, the biggest “escape” in this whole trip is that I’m leaving my laptop behind.  I spend way too much time staring at the screen both for work (really!) as well as blogging.  That’s it, a weekend of resting my eyes.

Talk to you Monday!

 

Cooking for Khun Vic’s Party

Every so often, Khun Vic invites friends over for a get-together at his apartment.  Sometimes it is a poker party, but seeing as how so few of us actually play poker, more often than not it is a simple get-together.  Most people contribute by bringing something snacky or a bottle of something alcoholic.  No surprise, I contribute something cooked.

Last time we attended a party that I didn’t host, there was too much of the salty, snacky, sweet stuff and nothing substantial.  By the end of the evening, Tawn and I were feeling yucky and not because of the drinking.  If you invite people over pretty early in the evening, there should be at least something quasi-substantial (cheese and crackers with fruit, for example) to fill your stomach.

Taking matters in my own hand, I bowled over Vic’s objections (“I didn’t want to have to put out utensils or plates…”) and insisted that I would bring some salads.  I’m kidding, of course, about the “bowling over” thing.  Vic and I talked a couple of times and, ultimately, I wore him down and he agreed that some substantial food would improve his party.

Turning to Ina Garten’s Barefoot Contessa Parties, I found some perfect recipes.  Ina believes that parties should be as much fun for a host as for the host’s guests, so she emphasizes recipes that are either easy to prepare or that can be prepared in advance.  Since this wasn’t my party and I was a guest, not a host, “prepared in advance” was critical but “easy” wasn’t.

 

Chinese Chicken Salad

Sure, I know it isn’t politically correct because the Chinese just don’t eat chicken salad like this.  But that’s the ubiquitous name of the salad that is dressed with a soy sauce – peanut better – sesame seed oil dressing, which makes it sound more like satay dipping sauce than anything else.

Step 1: Cook the chicken.  Ina suggests thighs, which have more fat and, therefore, more flavor.  She also suggests roasting the thighs in the oven with the skin on.  I like thighs, too, but went with breasts as they were less expensive and I tried poaching just for a change of pace.  Below left.

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Step 2: Prepare the other ingredients.  The body of the salad contains scallions, red bell peppers, and blanched asparagus spears.  I blanched the asparagus in the liquid I had used to poach the chicken breasts.  Water chestnuts would have been a lovely addition, too, but I didn’t have any.  Above right

The sauce was a mixture of the aforementioned soy sauce, peanut butter, and sesame oil, with cider vinegar, honey, garlic, ginger, salt and pepper to taste, and some good-quality vegetable oil to smooth the whole thing out.

Step 3: Combine.  Afterwards, I’d recommending refrigerating for a few hours to let the flavors mix and develop.

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The second dish was Pasta, Pesto and Peas.  For her recipe Ina suggests that you can “cheat” and use store-bought pesto to save time.  But with a large bunch of fresh sweet basil selling for only 7 baht – about $.023 – how can I not make fresh pesto?  Plus a little extra for the freezer!

Step 1: Prepare all the ingredients.  This includes your basil, olive oil, garlic, pine nuts and walnuts, and Parmesan cheese for the pesto.  Wash the basil leaves and remove them from the stems as the stems will add a rather chunky texture to your pesto.

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Step 2: Make the pesto.  This is super-easy.  The hardest part is washing, drying, and removing the basil leaves from the stems.  You start with a small amount of olive oil in the base of the blender and then grind the pine nuts, walnuts and garlic into a paste.  From there you start to add the leaves a small amount at a time, adding a little olive oil as necessary to maintain consistency.  At the end you can season with some lemon juice (to keep the bright green color) and salt and pepper to taste.

Below, the finished pesto.  Lovely, isn’t it?

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P1060960 Step 3: Gather your remaining ingredients.  You’ll need lemon juice, mayonnaise, frozen peas and spinach, and of course cooked pasta for the rest of the salad.

You take your pesto and put it back into a blender or food processor (if you made it from scratch, no need to have taken it out in the first place) and add the spinach, making sure to squeeze excess water out of the spinach. 

Puree it to blend the spinach into the pesto then add some lemon juice and some mayonnaise.  Blend until mixed.  This is the sauce for your pasta salad.

Step 4: Mix together.  Your pasta is mixed with the pesto-mayonnaise mixture and then add the peas, grated Parmesan cheese, and salt and pepper to taste.  You can also throw in a few handfuls of toasted pine nuts for garnish and texture.

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P1060966 Those two salads took me about two hours to make, but I wasn’t entirely focused on the cooking and was multi-tasking.  The results were lovely and perfect for any party.

What’s especially good is that the pasta dish is entirely vegan so it is good for any crowd.  And it tastes great, too.  Now, if you wanted to add some grilled chicken to it then you’d really have something going.  But then the vegans would be unhappy.  So would the vegetarians.  And the chicken.

Left, Tawn is ready to go to the party in his “school boy” outfit.

P1060977 We headed out on Saturday evening and arrived just a few minutes late, what we would describe as “fashionable”.  Since Vic lives in the Asoke Place complex where we lived until this past December, the guards still recognized us and gave us a resident parking pass instead of the usual guest parking ticket.  No waiting to have our host come down to get us as the clerk working the front desk wai’d us and buzzed us in. So nice to be known!

Vic is from San Francisco and is a man who defies stereotypes.  There is nothing more demonstrative of this than his big-ass toolbox that he keeps on his balcony, padlocked so his maid won’t steal a monkey wrench.  Would you believe that he had this shipped over from the United States when he moved here?  It must have weighed as much as everything else he shipped, combined.  Next time I need a tool, I know who I’m invited over for lunch.

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Above, the party-goers.  Sadly, we’re lacking in diversity when it comes to gender and sexual orientation.  I’m trying to work on that, but it is a slow process.   Since some of these people may not be familiar to you, I’ll let you know who they are.  Back row, standing from left: Russ, Jay, Markus, Vic, Brian, Piyawat and Stuart.  Middle section, seated from left: Francois, Chairat, Ken and Mark.  Front group from left: Tam, Darrin (visiting from SF), Tawn, Kobfa, and Suchai (standing on right).

 

Starting some starter of my own

First off, I’d like to thank everyone who engaged in the exchange of ideas and friendly debate in my last entry.  My blog normally doesn’t head into political topics but on occasion I like to express my idea.  I find that when people take a deep breath and exchange their ideas on a civil level, there’s an opportunity to learn much more from each other and to be more open to different ideas.

Let’s all keep that spirit of open-minded dialogue as we head into November.  Heck, let’s try to keep that all the time.


 

Let’s turn away from topical things and get back to the subject that is no less partisan and divisive, food!

I’ve been experimenting with sourdough bread as of late, not so much to recreate the sourdough I know and love from San Francisco (funny story, the first time Tawn visited me in SF and he tried the bread, he looked at me with this odd face and told me he thought the bread had gone bad), but just as a way to leaven and make more flavorful whole wheat bread. 

The whole wheat bread I buy here in Thailand is just awful.  Even some of the hotel bakeries, which cater to Europeans, still make pretty cardboard-ish whole grain bread.

A great website I found – www.sourdoughhome.com – is literally the home of everything sourdough.  Some much information and helpful descriptions and explanations from a former bakery owner and baking instructor!

I created my own sourdough starter, basically a jar of water and flour that is allowed to catch its own yeast spores from the air.  Over time it begins to ferment a bit and a sour air become more noticeable, picture on the left.

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Every twelve hours I remove half the starter and replace is with a 2:3 mixture of water and flower.  Then I let it sit for twelve hours or so, during which time it should double in height (picture on the right).  Now that it has matured a bit I’ll send it to the refrigerator to hibernate for a few days at a time but I am sure to bring it out and start feeding it again a day or two before I want to make another loaf.

Below, close up of the starter.

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My first few loaves had some problems.  One just never rose at all.  I think I used the started too far along in the 12-hour cycle after the activity had died down.  Another loaf looked pretty good but when I pulled the plastic wrap off the top of the loaf before placing it in the oven, I realized I hadn’t oiled the plastic.  The dough caught on it, ripped open, and the loaf deflated into a dense brick.

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My most recent loaf turned out quite nicely.  It still isn’t as tall as I’d like, but since it had a very nice, light crumb inside I think the issue is that the recipe isn’t large enough for the pan.  I’ll try again next week and increase the recipe by about a third.

Below, a nice loaf but still a bit short.

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There is nothing like the smell of fresh-baked bread in a house, even when the loaf turns out to be a doorstop.  My maternal grandmother used to bake quite often and I recall the smell and taste of fresh-baked bread at her house.