Baked Stuffed Peppers

An entry a few months ago by Sonny got me thinking about stuffed peppers.  Stuffed peppers were a regular dinner main when I was growing up, one that I had mixed feelings about.  In general, I liked them.  But there was something about the taste of the green peppers after they were baked that I didn’t enjoy, finding them slightly bitter.  In fact, Roka won’t eat green peppers, pointing out – rightly – that they aren’t ripe yet, so maybe there is something to that.

Tawn has been saying of late how he’d like to eat at home more.  Unlike in the United States, it is actually easy to spend less money and eat more healthfully by eating out here in Thailand.  This, of course, assumes that you are eating Thai food, which is inexpensive, freshly-prepared, and free of most of the bad things that eating out in the US provides you.

The two things, Sonny’s entry and Tawn’s entreaty, came together and I decided to pull together a meal of stuffed bell peppers.  Since Tawn is avoiding red meats and poultry, I had to come up with a vegetarian option.  The various recipes I found online were not satisfactory so I concocted my own recipe. 

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The main ingredient was Job’s Tears, a barley-like grain that is indigenous to parts of Southeast Asia.  I added to that a sauteed mixture of celery, corn, Japanese onions (like leeks but a stronger flavor), the chopped tops of the peppers, and garlic.  These were sauteed in a little olive oil, a jigger of vermouth, a few tablespoons of dark soy sauce, and a teaspoon of wocestershire sauce.  After the veggies were softened, I added a teaspoon of brown sugar and some tomato sauce, cooked it for a few minutes to blend flavors, then mixed it in to the Job’s Tears and added three chopped boiled eggs.  I added salt and cracked pepper to taste then chopped several handfuls of fresh basil leaves and added that with about 1/2-cup of shredded Parmesan cheese.

While the mixture cooled I parboiled the peppers for about two minutes each then cooled them under running water.  Stuffing the peppers and arranging them in an oiled baking dish, I cooked them covered with foil for 40 minutes at about 350 F until the interior temperature reached 150 F.  I uncovered the dish, added a dollop of ketchup on top of each pepper and another shaving of cheese, then baked for 15 more minutes until finished.

The result was delicious and beautiful.  There’s still a little something missing, a meatiness that is not there yet.  I think I could pan-roast some mushrooms to concentrate the flavor then chop them up and add them to the mixture.  Maybe.

 

Come over for breakfast, won’t you?

The second half of our weekend was more relaxing and less do-it-yourself than the first.  We had ten friends over for Sunday breakfast – a real breakfast, starting at 10:00, instead of one of those brunches.  Homemade buttermilk biscuits with sausage gravy; oven roasted potatoes and bell peppers; soft scrambled eggs with salsa; and assorted fruits.  Mimosas and fresh-brewed coffee and tea for those who were thirsty.

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What an interesting mix of guests we had.  Brian made it to our house for the first time as he had been out of town on occassions when we had previously invited him.  Stuart and Piyawat were both able to make it as were Ken and Chai.  Of course, no party is a party without Vic there, and Doug brought two guests:  One of them, Gaye, is a native of Istanbul who has been studying massage in Chiang Mai for the past several months before returning home this Wednesday. The other, Orn, works for the American Chamber of Commerce in Thailand in membership and outreach.  Needless to say, they both had such interesting stories to share.

Sometimes after we throw parties the question arises, “Was it worth the effort?”  While I did choose to do a little extra cooking Saturday evening to prepare (I rendered the drippings from some fresh pork belly to make my own lard, which is the best fat to use when making roasted breakfast potatoes.  Dinner potatoes with rosemary are better with olive oil, though.), the dishes were all very easy to make, so this time both Tawn and I were relaxed enough to really enjoy the party and the answer to the question is definitely, “Yes!”

 

Ootoya: oishi des ne?

P1060345 I love Thai food and one of the great things about living in Thailand is – no surprise here – there is no shortage of great, inexpensive Thai food. 

If Khrungthep is the Mt. Olympus of Thailand then Thai food is our ambrosia and, ignoring the obvious question of who the gods and goddesses are, blended fresh watermelon juice must be our nectar. 

Even with that plethora of good Thai food, from time to time I still want to eat something else.  Just as when I lived in San Francisco I didn’t eat American food all the time so, too, here in Thailand I like to travel around visiting the different huts in the global culinary village.

One of my favorite huts to stop by is the one run by Ootoya, a Japanese chain that specializes in teishoku, or set meals, comprised of a protein, bowl of rice, miso soup, and a plate of pickles.  Ootoya doesn’t do sushi and is largely about grilled items.  The food is fresh, portions generous but not overwhelming, and the ingredients healthy.  Below: Examples of Ootoya’s teishoku, grilled hamburger with onion sauce on the left and grilled saba (mackerel) on the right.

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There are plenty of locations throughout the city, especially in the mid-Sukhumvit area where there are a lot of Japanese expats.

P1060350 One other nice thing is that Ootoya updates its menu regularly.  There are a lot of “spring specials” on the menu, even though the seasons here don’t quite correspond with the seasons in Japan.  It is just nice that we get to see a wide variety of dishes.  One of their winter specials was baked then grilled slices of daikon radish served with a fermented red bean sauce.  So tasty!  Very simple combination but tremendously satisfying.

For spring we have fresh steamed vegetables, served in a steaming basket and sterno stove at your table.  Unfortunately, it takes practically the whole meal for the veggies to get tender!  Short video segment below.

 

P1060258 In other news, we had a brief visit from our friend Tomas recently, right.  Tomas and his partner Jose moved a few years ago from Houston to London and after a short return to the United States are back in London. 

Tomas was here at a conference and fortunately could make the time to meet for dinner at Curries and More followed by some drinks at the top of the Banyan Tree Hotel.

Don’t think that Tawn and I aren’t interesting in accepting their invitation to stay with them on our next visit to London.  Prices being what they are in the British Isles and the dollar’s value being what it is, we’ll certainly take the offer of lodging especially when it comes with a generous serving of Tomas and Jose’s warm hospitality!

 

Pumpkin Lasagna, Redux

A few months ago I experimented with a recipe in an Australian food magazine for pumpkin lasagna.  While tasty, the results were a bit bland with the pumpkin itself tasting flat.  Last week I decided to give it another try and see if I could bring out something more in the flavor.

Using butternut squash instead of pumpkin, I baked the squash until tender and then mixed it to a pulp in my Kitchen Aid.  The original recipe didn’t call for anything more than a modest amount of salt and pepper.  I added more salt and also added curry powder, cumin, and a pinch of cayenne pepper.

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For the cheese-based filling, I tried a few different things.  For starters, I used a combination of jack and cheddar cheeses instead of mozzarella for a sharper flavor that would complement the spices.  Additionally, I used a healthy dose of cracked black pepper and ground New Mexico chilies, which add fragrance but not a lot of heat.  The ricotta I bought was drier than I’m used to, almost like feta cheese, so I had to add water to it so the no-boil noodles would have enough moisture.  Two eggs were added to bind it together.

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Everything was assembled in the lasagna dish and then topped with more of the cheddar-jack mixture.  I covered it with aluminium and baked for one hour at 160 degrees celsius.  After removing the cover, I gave it another thirty minutes until the top was golden and the cheese was melted.

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After removing the lasagna from the oven, I melted a few tablespoons of butter with some ground walnuts and fresh sage leaves and then poured the mixture over the lasagna.

Below, our table setting.  Wouldn’t I like you to believe this is a typical weeknight dinner?

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And the results of the effort, a much more flavorful and substantive pumpkin lasagna.  Next time, I’d like to try adding back some of the mozzarella to the cheese mixture, though, to get added stringiness.

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Different things to different people

In the musical The Boy from Oz, Hugh Jackman (playing Peter Allen), opens the show singing a song titled “The Lives of Me”.

“I come in many colors, assorted shapes and sizes,

can adapt to your demands.

And if you smile at someone then I’ll just become that one,

and throw in all the others for free.

All the lives of me.”

Boy From Oz Sometimes I feel that way about my blog.  This is probably a feeling common to many bloggers.  You start out writing the blog for one reason or another and over time, as it attracts more readers, it is easy to start feeling like there are different blogs being written.

There’s the food blog, the travel blog, the Thai cultural blog, the gay long term relationship blog, the airline enthusiast blog, the random quotes from showtunes blog… you get the idea.

Just like the character of Peter Allen in the musical, I feel like if you enjoy one particular blog, my blog will become that one and throw in all the others for free.

The blog started out because I knew I would be moving to Thailand and wanted to create a means by which my family and friends could stay in touch with what’s happening in my life.  Many of those “target audience” member do read regularly although I’m always a little amazed at friends who, when we trade emails, express how out of touch with me they feel.  No reason to be out of touch… you can get a pretty exhaustive recap just by reading my blog.

Along the way, I’ve assembled a fascinating and rewarding collection of readers.  Truly, some very interesting and thoughtful people whose acquaintance I’m very glad to have made.  I just hope that you weren’t misled about what this blog was and feel subsequently disappointed that there aren’t enough entries about food, travel, Thai culture, airplanes, showtunes, or whatever it was that drew you to the blog in the first place.

 

Doing a PR Polish for Ble

Tawn recruited me on Friday morning to help our designer, Ble.  In advance of a feature article on him in the Bangkok Post newspaper, Ble (pronounced “bun”), was sent a list of interview questions.  When he showed Tawn his responses, Tawn shook his head and asked, tactfully, how he could be such a good designer and yet such a poor self-publicist. 

P1050458 I was called in to polish his responses so bicycled over to his store at noon on Friday.  We had lunch at a cute little place on Sukhumvit 16 called Kuppa, a cozy place that reminds me of a restaurant I’d expect to find in the San Francisco Bay Area.  More about it on a future visit but here’s a picture of their tasty cherry pie, left.

The lunch proved to be a very good opportunity to get to know Ble better.  We’ve never spent any time, just the two of us.  Tawn has known Ble for several years and we’ve socialized, but never had two hours of solo conversation.  In the course of essentially re-interviewing him, I learned a lot about what drew him to design in the first place.  I tried to polish the answers to convey certain themes.  Here’s a selection:

P1050460 How did you become involved in Modern Thai Living?

As a child, my interest in design was already evident.  I would spend hours drawing; I was fascinated by textures and textiles, fabrics and furniture.  My playtime was spent exploring the markets.  It was there – especially at Chatuchak – that my love for Modern Thai Living was cultivated.

What are your extravagances?

When I’m abroad exploring for beautiful objects for my clients and my stores, I have only one extravagance: no matter how remote the town, no matter how hot or dusty the markets I’ve searched in, I must conclude my day with a satisfying meal at a cozy, comfortable restaurant.

What advice would you give visitors to Bangkok?

Beyond the famous tourist sights, beyond the temples and the nightlife, Bangkok is a city full of hidden treasures.  Every local has a favorite restaurant, a favorite shop that is his or her “hidden gem”.  Make every effort to meet as many locals as you can and as you get to know them, they’ll share these treasures with you.

Hopefully that doesn’t sound too silly.  What do you think?  Hopefully the prose is a beautiful as his design work.

 

A House in the Country

Sukhumvit Road in modern times is very much a main artery in the City of Angels.  It might be hard to imagine that not that many decades ago, the street was lined with two small khlongs and rows of trees.  Well-heeled residents bought land along Sukhumvit and in the sois that branch off it in order to have country homes where they could escape on the weekends.

Of course, nowadays the idea of a home along Sukhumvit being a country home seems downright absurd.  But amidst the condo developments, hotels, and shopping centers you can still find plenty of examples of the beautiful houses built in the distinctive styles of the 1950s and 1960s on gated compounds that feature generous gardens and a peaceful respite from the surrounding city.

Below are two photos of one of these houses.  Facing Sukhumvit proper between sois 34 and 36, this house is a lovely example of 1960s tropical architecture.  To the east of the building is a new condo complex that will tower some 30 stories above it, destroying whatever privacy the residents enjoyed.  One day, eventually, the family or their heirs will finally cave in and sell the property to developers.

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These days, the homes being built in the countryside are large developments, gated communities in which several hundred cookie-cutter homes are squeezed together on old rice paddies.  No gardens of any appreciable size, no cross-ventilation, and a horrible commute into town.  It is times like these when I wonder whether it is really appropriate to use the western definition of the word to measure Thailand’s “progress”, for this relentless suburbanization of the city hardly seems like progress.  More like degeneration.

 

Bill’s Farewell for Now Party

P1050513 One constant in your life if you’re an expat is the coming and going, the constant ebb and flow, of other expats.  Francois left last week, gone home for two months to work.  Russ will leave soon for a few weeks.  Ken will be out of town quite a bit over the next two months, to say nothing of Markus, who is away more than he is here.  Bill’s turn is next as he’ll be heading back to Florida on Tuesday for an indefinite length of time although with a desire to return just as soon as he can.

To celebrate his departure – or perhaps just to finish his collection of whisky – he threw a party on Saturday night.  It was a collection of the usual suspects leading to the usual conversations and silliness.  Right, Ken dances for Roka and Russ looks on.

Below, Tawn and Chai

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Call me crazy, but if you throw a party beginning at 7:30 in the evening, wouldn’t the normal expectation be that you have at least a few real food items on the table?  We ended up just with chips, dips, and other assorted junk food.  Worse yet, Tawn and I contributed to it!  We brought cupcakes.  I know, I know… chicken satay would have been a much better contribution.

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Yet, there was an ulterior motive.  I’ll let you in on the conceit:

My elder niece turns five at the end of the month.  For her birthday gift, I used Shutterfly to make a customized picture book telling the story of her trip to San Francisco last autumn with her uncles to attend a family wedding.  It is 27 pages with pictures and a compelling story.  On the final page, I wanted a funny picture of me and Tawn wishing her a happy birthday.

P1050467 I settled on the idea of buying some cupcakes and staging a photo in which we ostensibly were presenting the cupcakes to my niece, but instead I’d be sneaking a bite of one while Tawn scolded me.  We did a number of shots with Bill doing the picture-taking.

Wanting some nice cupcakes for our friends, we went to After You, a small shop in J Avenue on Thong Lor.  After You has really cute packaging, right, and a very clever name. 

You see, there is an upscale Japanese barbecue restaurant two doors down called Yuu and, like most Japanese restaurants, it doesn’t really offer much in the way of a dessert menu.  I understand that in Japan, if you want dessert you go to a dessert shop afterwards.  So after eating dinner at Yuu, if you want something sweet to finish the night you go to After You.  Get it?  Clever, huh?

Anyhow, here’s the picture we settled on.

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Waiting for Fridays

Much like some people are born in the wrong body, likewise some Thursdays are really meant to be Fridays.  Sadly, there is no “day reassignment surgery” option.  When we woke up Thursday morning, Tawn asked three times whether it was Friday.  Sadly for him, the answer didn’t change.

But despite Thursday having to stay a Thursday all day long, it went pretty well. 

 

Thai Lessons

For me, Tuesday and Thursday mornings are Thai classes with my tutor, Khru Kitiya.  We meet at Bitter Brown, a small coffee shop and restaurant near the Asoke BTS station.  Things are quiet there in the morning and we’ve been meeting there for the better part of two years – so long that the staff monitors my learning progress – so we usually have a comfortable space in which to study free from distraction.  Class ends around noon or shortly after, at whatever point that the din of the lunch crowd makes it difficult for me to hear the subtle final consonants of the Thai words.

Many Lives For the past several months, I’ve been using a well-known Thai book from the mid-1950s, Lai Chiwit (Many Lives), as my textbook.  Written by a former Prime Minister and prolific author, M.R. Kukrit Pramoj (1911-1995), the book is a collection of short stories that chronicle life in Thailand in that time.  Written in elegant prose, the stories not only give me a window into the past – a past which heavily influences modern Thai culture – but also give me the pleasure of exploring the beauty of the Thai language.

Right, the cover of the 1996 English language version of the book, translated by Meredith Borthwick and published by Silkworm Books.

Kukri Pramoj Thai really is a very elegant language in which to write, at once both graceful and playful.  Needless to say, I’m having a tough time wading through it since the more formal and prosaic language which Khun Kukrit used is more elegant to the ear than it is clear to the farang!  But Khru Kitiya is infinitely patient and while there are days (Thursday) where we manage to wade through only two paragraphs, there are many more days in which the progress is measured in pages, plural, rather than fractions of one.

Interesting trivia: Pictured left is Khun Kukrit, whose “M.R.” (Mom Ratchawong) designation indicates he was the son of a prince, was a technical advisor and played the role of the prime minister in the 1963 film, “The Ugly American” starring Marlon Brando. 

 

Unpretty Dinner

P1050453 When Tawn returned home from work he suggested that we eat somewhere nearby.  There is a local seafood restaurant on Thong Lor between sois 5 and 7 called Niyom Gotchana and it is the most unassuming place you’d imagine. 

The storefront is open air, floors and walls are finished in an antiseptic look of white tiles, and the lighting comes from dozens of “cool white” florescent tubes which give the place the sterile charm of a county examiner’s office.

Right: Easy Thai – can anyone guess what is said in the blue field of the sign?  Actually, if you know the English word, you should be able to work out what all of the Thai characters represent like a code-buster would.

That said, the seafood is fresh, of good quality, and inexpensive.  Out in front of the shop are two baskets covered with damp blankets, each containing live crabs.  A few had slipped out of one or the other of their bindings but, lacking the right evolutionary tools, could not undo their other binding and climb to freedom.  So they sat there snapping and awaiting their fate.  Ending up as a plate of curry or salt and pepper crab really is a pretty noble fate, if you ask me.

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I was pretty punchy, having spent all afternoon staring at the computer screen, so after ordering the food I sat there making conversation with Tawn and playing with my utensils.  Tawn was kind of punchy, too.

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The food at Niyom is tasty, but they just have no sense of presentation.  Each dish that came out looked quite “blah”, not helped by the icy blue cast of the lights.  Tawn’s expression above was the actual response to the flat look of the otherwise tasty stir-fry of tofu, bean sprouts and onion sprouts.  The dish was fine; it just looked lackluster.

Even our tod man goong, the fried shrimp cakes that were very fresh, moist, and not at all oily, looked kind of ho-hum.  Now, I’m not one to complain, because the prices were good and the food was tasty.  But I was hoping to bring back inspiring pictures that would make your mouths water.

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We opted for fish instead of crab for the simple reason that neither of us wanted to do the work of picking apart a crab.  Instead, we smartly ordered crab fried rice, letting the kitchen do the work for us.  The fish was tasty, steamed and then served with soy sauce, ginger, scallions, and peppers.  But the fish’s mouth was, once again, not pretty.

I have no idea why we ordered so much food – maybe because we secretly still hoped it wasn’t Thursday evening but was in fact Friday.  After eating our fill the staff boxed up the leftovers and we walked back home, made the bed, and fell asleep waiting for the real Friday to arrive.

 

Sorry for the delay in posting – I had guests in town this weekend and was busy with them.  Then this week I’ve had a major project at work.  It has been all-consuming.  I try very hard not to spend too much time on the computer.  If I’ve spent the entire day sitting here writing training materials, at the end of the day I consciously shut things down and get away from the computer.  Even if I haven’t updated my blog, Facebook, etc. I still, in the words of my four-year old niece, “just walk away”.

P1040207 In the category of strange things, there’s this “new” item offered at the local Dunkin Donuts: whole wheat donuts.

What in the world are they thinking?  You’ve got a tasty treat loaded with refined carbs – clearly not meant to be good for you at all – and now they hope that a little whole grain flour will somehow asuage those pangs of guilt and make the donut healthier in any meaningful way?

“Oh, good!  Now I can have three of them!”

Some days I just don’t know what we’re doing to ourselves, food-wise.

 

Paradox Soft Opening, Partie Deux

Fine dining, western-style, is still in its infancy here in Khrungthep.  We have fine dining, alright: som tam, khao chae, tom yum goong, and a host of curries that work miracles on your taste buds.  But western style dining faces a number of traps – ranging from fickle and inexperienced diners who are wary of venturing into unfamiliar culinary ground, to astronomical food costs for fundamental western ingredients that are not available locally, to a service mentality that runs counter to delivering each diner’s dishes at the same time – that can befuddle would-be restauranteurs.

P1040074 It is against this backdrop that new restaurants open and, sometimes, succeed.  Paradox, owner Adam Bryan-Brown’s new high concept dining, shopping, and art exhibition space, has opened its doors (partially) to see how it will be received by, and how it can shape, Khrungthep’s high-end diners.

Right: Tawn enjoys a promotional Belvedere vodka cosmopolitan with a lengthy twist.

In the interest of full disclosure, the meals I had at Paradox on Friday and Saturday were part of a promotion where the four-course set menu (priced at 1250 baht) was offered free to the first twenty reservations each day.  Additional items and gratuities were paid for ourselves.  In talking about the food and restaurant, I’m approaching it from a “What if we had paid for the entire meal ourselves?” perspective.

 

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The front half of Paradox’s multi-space building remains under construction, above.  This space, which is scheduled to be a retail store and possibly a wine and jazz bar in the evenings, will do a lot to determine how visible and welcoming Paradox is to passers by on Soi Ekkamai.  In a neighborhood filled with nightclubs and restaurants, having a good face will be important.  As construction continues, Paradox is barely visible, hidden down a driveway near the corner of Soi Ekkamai 17 and fronted by a sidewalk noodle vendor.

It is worth a walk down that driveway, though, as the interior is modern and comfortable.  A future open-air terrace dining area, a second floor private dining room and a quieter dining area behind the kitchen make the restaurant seem smaller than it really is.  There is a large gallery/multi-use space that would lend itself well to many sorts of arts events.  Currently, there is an exhibition of vibrant oil paintings by Vichian Boonmeemak in this space, which calls diners to leave their tables and browse the artwork between courses.

Chef Andrew Cole is at the helm of a large and capable kitchen team, turning out food that Tawn interestingly described as “comfort food”.  Interesting, because while I wouldn’t use that word myself (I picture macaroni and cheese when I hear the words “comfort food”), I understand what he’s getting at.  Cole’s Mediterranean inspired cuisine avoids pretentiousness by preparing fairly conventional ingredients – roast chicken, for example, or spaghetti with scallops – in creative yet grounded ways.  There is no over-reaching with foo-foo additions like a dollop of medjool date paste, a pillow of lima bean foam, or cubes of bay leaf gelatine.

That’s important because all too often in fine dining, there seems to be the urge to turn fusion into confusion: searches for inspired and new flavor combinations turn out messy and misguided.

Let’s take a look at our dinner, which was the same both nights with the exception of the amuse bouche and a pasta dish on Saturday.

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One thing that sets Paradox apart right away is their bread basket, above.  Khrungthep is a city lacking in quality bread and the Paradox bread basket was a welcome start to the meal.  The bread sticks are light and flaky things of beauty and the spinach bread we had on Friday (I think it was a spinach bread… maybe basil bread?) went very well with a tomato spread that accompanied it.

An amuse bouche of spinach au gratin atop toast was very tasty, below.  A plate of a dozen of those along with the soup would have been enough to make a satisfying meal.  Friday’s amuse bouche was a deep-fried half of a baby zucchini served with an olive tapenade and red sauce.  Both were welcoming and familiar ways for the kitchen to greet the diners.

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The set menu began with a Parma ham salad, above.  What on the menu could be mistaken for a stodgy and unimaginative start was creatively – and tastily – inverted.  Whereas you would normally expect melon-wrapped ham with a side of greens, the chef instead wrapped the beautiful greens with the ham and balanced the melon on the side.  A couple of perfectly ripened tomatoes and the accompanying balsamic vinegar reduction nicely tied together the flavors while the plate’s arrangement was pleasantly architectural without being silly. 

One hit of the menu was the cream of pumpkin soup, below.  Pumpkin has such a wholesome, good-for-you flavor and when it is balanced with just the right amount of cream, it is such a delight to eat that I could subsist on this and nothing more – except for those spinach au gratin amuse bouches, which would go wonderfully with the soup.  The texture of the soup was velvety and the garlic croutons lent a nice textural contrast with their crunchy-then-buttery-soft quality.

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There were three main courses from which to choose and since both nights we had three diners, we chose all three and shared.  The first was a roasted boned baby chicken with port wine sauce, above.  This was a very nice take on a menu standard – roast chicken – and was successful because the chicken itself had such nice flavor.  Beyond the sauce, beyond the crisp skin, this was one tasty chicken.  The port sauce was a nice addition and the accompanying medley of vegetables were well-prepared.  The chicken suffered from some toughness on Saturday night, but was none the less flavorful.

A vegetarian option, gilled polenta with sauteed mushrooms served with rocket salad, below, again took a classic combination and brought out the best of the flavors and textures through skillful preparation.  The dish was piping hot and the polenta perfectly crisp on the outside and creamy on the inside Saturday evening, making it even more satisfying, although it would benefit from just a few drops of balsamic vinegar to complement the earthiness of the mushrooms.

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The third main dish was a millefuille of river prawn served with saffron creme sauce, above.  This was the most “artsy” of the dishes but was actually much simpler than it may sound.  Resting on a bed of spinach – Tawn thought zucchini would have been a better choice, but I really liked the flavor of the spinach – the prawn was sliced and separated by a layer of puff pastry.  The textural component of the pastry was an interesting touch; my dilly-dallying on Saturday, trying all the other mains before concluding with the prawn, did the texture no favors but the fault was entirely my own.  The saffron creme sauce lends a nice richness and a subtle hint of floral spiciness to the fresh, clean flavor of the prawn meat.

On Saturday we ventured briefly onto the a la carte menu to try the spaghetti with scallops (imported from the US, which seems unnecessarily far) in a tomato and capsicum sauce, below.  Tawn found this to be reminiscent of the satisfying foods of his childhood, the sweetness of the peppers in the sauce playing nicely with the sweetness of the scallops.

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Dinner concluded with a very nice apple pie with vanilla ice cream, above.  This has to be the most classic of “comfort” desserts (except for the tasty but overly frequent creme brulee that seems to be on the menu of every restaurant in creation) and it was so nicely done.  Constructed as a tart, the pastry crust was flaky and tender, the apples cooked to just the right point of softness, and the accompanying honey-based sauce (colored by pandan leaf, is it?) was a beautiful addition, albeit a little too sweet on an already sweet dish.  This proved to be a very satisfying finish to the dinner.

Throughout dinner both days, we received extremely polished and attentive service.  Right now the dining room is not filled to capacity and hopefully the staff retains their polish in the heat of a busy night.  But at this point the very good food is accompanied by the sort of service organization lacking in many of the fine dining restaurants in the Big Mango.

In speaking more with the chef, he sounds very interested in exploring the use of local ingredients as well as doing special menus featuring the cuisines of different regions around the Mediterranean.  The second idea is one done well at several restaurants, and the upcoming focus weeks – “Vegetarian Delights” the week of February 18th and “The Food of Spain” the week of February 25th – will give Cole some room to play.  

It is the first idea, though – the one about exploring more local ingredients – that may prove to be the biggest test of his skills and, perhaps, Khrungthep fine diners’ often limited adventurousness.  With the host of great ingredients available on the land and in the seas around Thailand and Southeast Asia, it is a shame that more local diners are so insistent that their tomatoes are imported from France, their cheese from Italy, and their sea bass from Chile.  I’m very excited about the idea of more dabbling with locally-sourced ingredients as I tire of paying high prices just to subsidize the long air and sea journeys of my ingredients.

As for Friday and Saturday nights’ dinners, Paradox looks to have the sort of foundations that make for a truly successful restaurant: good space, good location, and – most importantly – good food and service.  The chef’s kitchen is turning out thoughtful and well-prepared versions of standard dishes – a good way to get started.  He shows enough creativity and imagination to play with some of the assumptions diners might make and, in so doing, may have the opportunity to explore some really interesting culinary ground.

There are still many questions to be answered about how the menu develops, how the space is used once construction is finished, and whether the quality can be consistently maintained over time.  But from these first few visits, I have no doubt that Tawn and I will make Paradox a destination when we want to celebrate birthdays, promotions, and other special occasions.

 

To be a foodie or not to be?

Sandelion wrote an entry in which she brought up the issue of foodies versus non-foodies.  At the heart of her post was the question, “What’s the big deal about food?”  I found this to be an interesting question and so wrote the following response.  I’m curious to hear from my readers.  What do you think is the big deal about food, or – if you’re someone who thinks the Food Network is a waste of cable bandwidth – why do you think that food is no big deal?

Here’s the response I wrote to Sandy:

Everybody has their own tastes (no pun intended): some consider food merely nourishment and others consider it something more.  Truth be told, there was a guy I once went on a date with who ranted about how he couldn’t believe that some people made such a big deal about food, being able to remember meals they ate years before.  I didn’t call him for a second date.

I put food on the same level as art, music and literature.  You can listen to a bubblegum pop song with a catchy beat, you can put up a hotel room painting, or you can read a trashy dimestore romance novel – there’s nothing wrong with that.  But there are also pieces of music that truly move the soul, paintings and sculpture that seems to have been created by something beyond human hands, and literature that puts you in the lives of people who are so much like yourself and yet so completely different.  When you experience those things, it is as if you have the opportunity to know what is divine within humanity.

The thing about food that sets it apart from those other creative forms is two-fold:

The first is that food connects us as people.  In almost every culture, the sharing of food is at its root.  Meals are eaten in celebration and in mourning, in welcoming guests and in recalling homelands left behind.  Meals are most often shared (that’s why it is so hard to cook for one!) and so the act of preapring and sharing a meal more complex than hunting down an annimal and eating the raw flesh from its body, is an act one that ties us to our humanity.  It is the thing that sets us apart from the animals.

The second is that food – cuisine – is something that is at its heart, a lesson in detachment.  Clothes, art, DVDs, music, books, and most everything else involves having something, something that can last over time.  Fashions change, but you still have the clothes.  You watch the movie, listen to the song, or read the novel, but you can still own the DVD, CD, or book and see, listen, or read it again and again.  But food by its nature, decays.  The meal, and all the artistry that goes into preparing it, must be consumed immediately and then it is gone.  You can make it again, but it is never the same meal.  To fully enjoy it, you must be present in the moment.  In that sense, it reminds me of the sand mandalas that Tibetan Buddhist monks make.  They are tremendously beautiful creations but also tremendously impermanent ones.  As soon as they are completed, they are swept away.

So that is what I enjoy about food and why eating is such an important experience for me. 

 

Fascinating topic, isn’t it?