I don’t get very excited over Thai fish cakes.
It’s strange. They’re fried, they taste good, they’re normally well-executed…I just don’t know what it is.
I don’t get very excited over Thai fish cakes.
It’s strange. They’re fried, they taste good, they’re normally well-executed…I just don’t know what it is.
My love of custard was revealed a while ago.
I’m not ashamed. We all have our food vices, and this one is fairly harmless. In moderation.
You have probably by now correctly deduced that sang kaya is a type of custard. Coconut custard in fact.
Day-glo. If it doesn’t work on clothes, can it really work on sweets?
(I’m sure day-glo fans will be bridling at the first part of that statement, but if clothing isn’t subdued, drab and dull, I’m not interested.)
In these days of natural, local, independent, hand-made idealism, even the big companies are phasing out artificial colours in favour of less eye-popping alternatives.
Following my u-turn on a group of desserts that I snappily call “things floating in coconut milk”, I quite happily began eating thab thim krob whenever the opportunity arose.
At the same market where I purchased the underwhelming khanom tua baep, H and I shared a thab thim krob drink.
Continue reading Thailand Food Exploration: Thab Thim Krob Drink
Dried meat has different associations for me.
There’s the stereotypical Wild West gold-prospector angle (gnarled, weather-beaten men with beards gnawing on leathery strips of beef). There’s the time H and I tried to make our own biltong in a home-made drying box (it turned out more like crumbly meat biscuits). Finally, there’s a painful memory of buying lots of delicious salmon jerky in a Canadian airport, only to have to throw it all away when we reached UK customs.