Showing posts with label BBQ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BBQ. Show all posts

Yakitori Song



Move over Sukiyaki Song. Nuff respect to Jetdaisuke for combining two of my favourite things, yakitori and electro, with his ode to liver on a stick.

Jetdaisuke's youtube channel includes reviews of yoghurt, icepacks, pink cherry blossom-flavoured curries and diary-style snippets of drinking temple beer or barbecuing tuna eyes.
But his real strength lies in his synthesiser reviews. Highlights include his filmed first impressions of the Otomatone and the Microkorg XL, on which the above Yakitori song was composed.
Personally I find his curry reviews a little too out-of-the-box, using the familiar "oishii!" money shot formula, as seen on TV. Whereas his passion for wacky presets and assorted elecronic nerd gear is much less, shall we say, filtered.

"Is he eating an apple?":



Review of kanji/animal toys with gum inside:



Kelp curry: "You can discern a slight kombu/kelp colour, can't you."



Tuna eyes on the grill:

This is how I roll.

Rotisserie Turkey
4.2 kilos of turkey on the rotisserie for 3 hours at 150oC. I probably should have trussed the thighs.

Nasi Kerabu

Last weekend I hosted my friend Amrita's birthday party. Just eight people, seafood and drinks.

Amrita bought the centre piece of the party Nasi Kerabu

Despite her partner's comments that it looked like a Bangladeshi flood, full of rice, sticks, leaves and fish, it was not at all a disaster. Nevertheless we all liked the analogy so much it has now been renamed Bangladesh Disaster Rice.

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Nasi kerabu bottom left

Virtualise my sausage

Via swissmiss: grill me a sausage, foolish iPhone.


Until now, I thought that the only valid use of the iphone was taking shots of food with which to taunt your friends. I was wrong. Here is a barbecue sausage simulator, built to advertise the weiners of German sausage makers, Bell. Apparently, the barbecue is controlled by blowing into the microphone.

Download the app here, free and in German.

Same Cow, New Beef

I'm always shocked that despite having 10,000 years practice at cutting up animals for food, we're still finding new systematic ways to do it. The NY Times runs through four of the new cuts of beef that the National Cattlemen’s Beef Association (USA) has deemed fit to market as new. The "boneless country-style beef chuck ribs" are intriguing for one reason: they're not of the ribs:

The "ribs" have never seen a bone. They are cut from the chuck eye roll to resemble ribs and are intended to be braised, like a short rib. They can be finished on the grill with barbecue sauce.


The American hunger for beef ribs is now so great that cows cannot contain enough of them.

The Food Tattoo Pool

Flickr has a whole lot to answer for, in this case, the food tattoo pool. Thankfully, the hipster trend for cupcake tattoos is being replaced by the hipster trend for meat tattoos. They're not as classic as the BBQ tatt, but they're on their way there.












Since doing my fieldwork back in 2005-2006, I have ever more mused on the idea that many people, academics included, over estimate the dominance of modern food and supermarkets. This is of course subject to much debate and could be the topic of the PhD thesis in itself.

That's what excited me about meeting Nalika at a PhD conference a couple years back on agrarian change. I had read her PhD proposal, which was aimed at studying such change, through consumption patterns in Thailand. Most people tend to study such change from the production end, not the consumption end. Although she has since changed her research topic, we obviously both maintain a special interest in the subject of food consumption.

What I specifically liked about Nalika's proposal is that it challenged the assumption that the world of food contains two diametrically opposed organisational forms in terms of food marketing: large global food chains dominated by multinationals and small farmers and/ or food artisans struggling to survive and on the forefront of traditional/alternative food networks. Instead it recognised that Thai people, like so many of us source food from a variety of places including supermarkets, local stalls, fresh markets, 7 elevens, friends gardens (except apparently those living in "food desserts" a terrifically horrifying thought indeed). This idea was reinforced to me later in a book I read when the author noted that many of these debates over economy and trade are necessarily misleading for the sake of argument. The author emphasised how except for on the very margins of human existence do people only source their goods and services from one place only. Extreme autarky and/or food desserts are the outlying ends of most people's consumption experience. There is multiplicity in most economies as their are in most people's daily consumption.

But from my own perspective and surroundings in the urban hub of a middle income newly industrialising country, the idea that there are only small local farmers/ artisans vs large multinational food giants, to a large extent misses the middle. A lot of people who live and toil in Bangkok, both rich and poor buy, eat and source their daily food at hawkers stalls.

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Tasty, spicy bowls of noodles, are decent, healthy, and cheap and is what feeds the urban masses. There's also grilled fish, meat sticks, salads, coffee hawkers, fresh fruit hawkers and even road side bars for variety. Produce from these stalls appears to be sourced from a range of places, including wet markets and supermarkets. A common assumption by many a falang is that these stalls are run solely by the people who man them, as some sort of extension of their home economy...some are in fact run as a sideline family business out of the front of homes or as an additional money maker. But if you've ever tried to make a bowl of noodles at home, you soon realise that its a lot of effort for a solitary bowl

I made pho bo the other day, 24 hour long process of making the stock, brining it to the boil, tipping off the first boil, then boiling again with spices over 24 hours to get the flavour. Making these noodles, I fast realised that noodles are one of those dishes that is pre-disposed to large scale production, maybe not industrial because there is a point at which I'm sure noodle production gets too large and looses flavour but at least medium to large. Plus at the price point that exists here in Bangkok, 25 baht per bowl, you need to sell a lot of noodles for it to make sense as a business proposition.

Recently, Hock noticed one of our local noodle stalls setting up for the day. A large brand new pick up truck drove up to their spot and delivered the ingredients for the day. This particular stall sells kanom jeen. They then drove on to do more deliveries to other stalls. It seems certain that this operator has several road side branches, operating on a fairly large scale. The stand is open from early in the morning to late at night and there appears to be shift workers.

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Franchised noodle branches in Thailand appear to have reached its greatest heights in "chai see" (four men). Four Men noodle stands are ubiquitous in and outside of Bangkok. They are everywhere announced by a big yellow sign, bowl of noodles with a number 4 above them. These are not the best noodles but as Aong said, "if you're hungry, you'll eat them"

The tendency towards franchises and branches has of course counter resistance. Many restaurants now declare "mai mee sakha", "don't have any branches". An announcement made with pride that is meant to inspire loyalty and acceptance of slightly higher prices. Where once the Thai government's "good clean food" sign signalled that the stall wouldn't make you sick, the current new wave of food convention appears to be self-regulated, not government regulated and elicits market competitiveness through conflating small scale production with quality and care. Which, when you think about it is the opposite of previous government perceptions of smaller vendors that inspired the "clean food" seal of government approval in the first place.

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I'm yet to understand the dynamics of the hawker economy fully. On Sukhumvit Soi 11, which is close to my house I notice that hawkers change rather frequently, or they change their carts. Recent construction on the street has seen a lot more Isaan food turn up, to cater to the mainly Isaan construction workers. Some carts are manned by the same hawkers who seem to be able to swap carts around from noodles, to grilled meat with great ease. Most carts are overseen by the soi police. Most soi's have their own local patrols, aside from extracting bribes, I'm not sure exactly what their role is, but Hock seems to think that Masta Grilla moved on due to police harassment.

Master grilla seems to have moved on indefinitely and so has my mushroom soup guy only to be replaced by mushroom soup lady who moves between soi 11 and 19. Mushroom soup appears to be a new addition to the hawker stands. There was a great chicken noodle soup on the street a while back but the lady swapped to sweetened coffee. Maybe I'm reading too much into it but I like to see the hawker stalls near my street as a sort of signifier of the dynamic changes taking place in Bangkok.

With all this flexibility at hand, the ability to change carts according to the ever shifting migrant population, changing tastes and food preferences, whilst remaining cheap and accessible and also able to take advantage of economies of scale, it will be from, my understanding, a long time before Thailand sees the cannibalisation of its hawker markets by large multinationals, supermarkets and fast food outlets. For now they appear to co-exist quite well.

Bang Saen Reblogged

Although Austin beat me to the blog on Bang Saen, here is my version of events

The weekend before last me and Hock and Austin and Aong drove to bang saen to eat seafood on the beach

we planned to stop for a little while on the beach, eat a little bit and then go to another restaurant for dinner



tires for hire

so I ordered prawns grilled
prawns

and Aong ordered

Horse shoe crab egg salad
horse shoe crab egg yum

and then suddenly it escalated into a full blown meal

Tom yum
tom yum....

wing bean salad
wing bean

oysters
oysters


then we ordered a fish, some cocounts and some lotus seeds from passing vendor. I made lotus pod hats for Hock

We drunk some beer, except for Aong who isn't drinking for 3 months on account of her Buddhism....(we plan on detailing her debauchery when it ends in October)
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And a cute dog came and hung out for our scraps
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and watched the sun set
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then we drove to a local market and wandered around looking for dessert. A baby elephant molested Aong.

I bought a bag full of veges for 42 bht and a Thai style grill for making moo ping back in Australia one day

yay....

if you come to Thailand I can take you here.....but you may have to come quick

Let's Get Chunky

File that would you, under B

B for BBQ

NZ Soul Food Experiment

It has been a long held dream of Hock's to slow cook ribs inside of my sister's chimney bbq. So being back in NZ we obliged his fantasy.

We picked up Louisiana styled rib cuts at Westmere Butchers, which was packed to the gills the day before Easter Friday. We took our ribs back to my father's apartment in town. Hock protested that we hadn't bought enough ribs so Ginny ran up the road to Parnell butchers and got more. We began the preparation by removing the membrane from the back of the ribs and then rubbing them down with a dry rub. The ribs marinaded overnight.

dry rub

Hock put Ginny to work pounding the chicken marinade. A paste of vegeta, Mexican oregan, oil, smoked paprika and a Mexican spice mixture containing Annatto .

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Ginny was also instructed to start the fire in the BBQ early the next morning to make sure the heat had died down just enough to keep the bbq warm but not hot. She was instructed to never let the embers flame, but to always have a small pile of burning embers in the corner of the bbq, just warm enough to slow cook the meat with warm smoke.

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Hock put together the bbq sauce, choosing a recipe from Mike Mills.

Moppping

Pit Master Mopping

Ruby the dog gave out tortured whimpers

Ruby

Hock cooked Corn Bread

Corn Bread

The Finished Product
fin product

Kereru landed in nearby trees but this time no one was interested in speculating on their flavour
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The ribs were good, but would have been better if we had used a proper smoking device. Still it was a perfect evening and a perfect family meal.
On Sunday, we went to have dinner with my two sisters that live in Auckland

In what has fast become a standard family ritual, Sunday dinners are held out at the eldest's house in the Waitakere Ranges on the West Coast of Auckland (think Jane Campion's The Piano). Someone normally goes to the the Auckland Fish Markets. Hock and I went this time and picked through the half fresh fish to find something decent. We settled on snapper, a crayfish and some scallops

We picked up some over priced vegetables that turned out to be obsolete when we got to my sisters and found her summer garden in full flourish.

We had a few tasty NZ beers on the deck (reviews to come)

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and my sister dug up the last of her potato patch

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My god there is nothing like fresh potatoes straight from the garden. We boiled them, as you would pasta, they only needed a couple of minutes and sprinkled with salt, pepper and slathered in butter

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Hock killed the cray
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We then all headed down to Cornwallis to the low tide to wade through the sandy mud and pick pipis and cockles...within allotted sustainable seafood limits. And yes, someone does come and check from time to time, my sister was once stopped in her car by people looking for over-zealous pipi pickers and had to put some back. Yup, round here no one searches your car for drugs or guns, just seafood.

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After expressing our "inner wahines" and collecting our "kai moana" in our "kitis" we headed back to the picnic table and drunk a bottle of veuve cliquot like the true bourgeois bitches that we are
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At home Hock cooked the pipis inside a smoky bbq.....we dipped them in hot chipolte sauce from the secret squirrel Mexican Store (more on this later)...they were so good, sweet, little and smoky. There is nothing more satisfying than eating pipis you've collected yourself

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Next in order of appearance was the snapper, that I cooked in a la veracruz...
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Then the cray and scallops
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Followed by whisky round the fire
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True Blue Austral-Asian BBQ

On Sunday I went to my first Aussie BBQ in a very long time. The weather was a balmy 30 degrees, I had spent the morning mowing the lawn and doing washing (just like neighbours) and at 3 pm I hitched a ride with some friends to the party with my 6 pack of grolsch and a melon

As to be expected, men grilled meat and others played cricket on the street

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All the Southeast Asian girls had prearranged to buy all the ingredients for som tum and set about making it in the garden, sadly there is no green papaya to be found in Canberra so they made do with carrot instead.

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As they busied themselves with pounding and chopping, I couldn't help but make the snide remark "spot the southeast asians", at which point I was promptly handed the mortar and pestle and instructed to squat and pound.

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Carrot Som Tum Recipe

In a deep wooden mortar in pestle, must be deep otherwise it splashes everywhere

Pound a fist full of chilis
a few whole garlic cloves
a fist an a bit full of peanuts
2 fist fulls of chopped green beans
fist full of dried shrimps
1 to 2 chopped tomatos
a couple of cups of grated carrots
add lime
tamarind sauce
and palm sugar or brown sugar
an fish sauce of course

serve


They also had the foresight to make a crate of punch

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As the day wore on, people peeled off home and me and som tum preparation leader Amporn were left drinking Chivas and arguing about Thai politics

Its Monday morning and I'm at home nursing a hangover

Masta Grilla.....apologies Masta Killa

Grill Masta

Snags

livers

Spicy

Sucess

Sunset

Most days I cycle the 400 meters to work. This short trip always takes me past my local grilled meat dealer, often I will be tempted to pick up a few assorted sticks to chow on for a linner snack. What is impressive about this particular vendor is his dedication to quality, he does not sell the processed shit that most of the other hawkers pass off for grilled goodies in my neighbourhood, obviously it takes time and effort to do the butchery, prepare the marinades, sauces etc. This dedication to quality has paid off. Initially business was slow as the narrow soi is low on foot traffic but over the year that I have been working in Bangkok and making this daily commute I have noticed that day after day business has slowly picked up and now there is a constant stream of moto drivers and other customers (yes mostly men) who drop by for their meat fix. Masta Grilla (as I like to refer to him) and his smoky charcoal stand has become so popular that much to my amusement other vendors have now tried to cash in on his trade by setting up stands next to his but with little success.
Today was a first for me in that Masta Grilla was open when I was travelling homeward bound (I slipped out early from work as the kitchen crew seemed to have everything under control) so I grabbed a chicken wing, some gizzards and a few livers and headed to the pool on the roof of my apartment. This plus some street corn and a Phuket beer made for an indulgent afternoon snack.

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