Showing posts with label Papaya Salad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Papaya Salad. Show all posts

Sunday, April 11, 2010

It's Songkran: Happy Thai New Year!

This is the season of Thai New Year, or Songkran, and Himself and I went to festivals both this weekend and last, to soak up the atmosphere and enjoy some really good walking around food. As I said in a blog entry after my recent trip to Thailand, the Thai are big on snacks, so going to a Songkran festival means lots of opportunities for incredibly good munching.
Meat on a stick is wildly popular, just like it is at your average American festival and fair. We got (left to right) shrimp balls, Thai sausage, squid balls and chicken. These treats don't sit around under heat lamps for hours, growing funky as they wait for someone to buy them. They're fresh and hot when you get them--which sometimes means a little wait. But it's fun talking with others in line and finding out what they're ordering and what their favorites are. The Thai sausage is my favorite--and the rate at which it sells out tells me it must be everyone else's favorite, too.
Papaya salad is tricky stuff. After you've had enough hot food you think, "Mmm, papaya salad. That ought to cool off my burning mouth." And if you think that, you're wrong! Papaya salad will make you cry for your mama. It's really good, crisp and refreshing--made from unripe papaya--but it can be punishingly hot. Considering how hot and muggy it gets in Thailand (think New Orleans in August), it's all about natural air conditioning--eat hot food, sweat and cool off. That wedge of cabbage to the upper right helps you cope with the salad's heat.
 We sampled plenty of sweets, too. The deep yellow you see in everything is made of egg yolk, a component of many Thai desserts (don't tell your doctor!).
These tiny pancakes are filled with a paste made of pandan leaves, green tea and coconut, then rolled.

The longest line we saw was not for snacks or papaya salad--although, believe it or not, papaya salad has quite a devoted following--but for crates of mangoes. Those smaller, gold ones that we call champagne mangoes here in the States--and pay dearly for--are one of the basic varieties of mangoes in Thailand, and the one Thais seem to miss most, hence the long, patient line.
 It wasn't all about the food, though. We stopped by and visited our friends at the Thai Tourism Authority and made the ritual observance, pouring water over the Buddha to bring good luck and prosperity in the coming year.
They presented us with wrist garlands called puang malai. I got really spoiled receiving these garlands while in Thailand. They're lovely and fresh and incredibly fragrant, made of rose buds, jasmine, gardenias and crown flowers. So nice to have in the car, in your hotel room or hanging from your wrist.

The incense wafting from the temple and from various altars scattered about the festival reminded me of those boat trips up and down the Chao Phraya River which runs through the middle of Bangkok. While the river is quite wide, so abundant was the incense being burned in temples on either side--and so numerous were the temples--that we could smell it all the way out in the middle!
The beauty pageant brought out some of the loveliest women I've ever seen. I'd certainly hate to be a judge at this pageant--what an impossible job! The variety of dress and adornment was as dazzling as the women themselves. (Notice the Latin food market in the background--and Thai Town interlaces with Little Armenia, too. LA truly is an international city.)
Every time we see these performers at Thai celebrations around Los Angeles, their routines and costumery are increasingly outrageous--but a lot of fun. Check out those huge boots beneath the pink flounces! Trippy, really trippy!

 Even more peculiar to me was the Thai woman in street clothes who hopped up on stage and sang "In Them Ol' Cotton Fields Back Home." Having come from the cotton fields of the South (while not specifically from Louisiana, as the song relates), I experienced quite a disconnect hearing it performed in this setting.

One reason I wanted to go to this second festival was because I found out there would be vendors selling Thai plants, and I've wanted a kaffir lime tree for a really long time.
Himself got the honor of toting the tree to the car. He was just a wee bit perturbed that I chose that moment to stop him in front of the temple for a picture. What?! Why wouldn't he want to pose whilst holding a tree?! More on kaffir lime later. Himself cautions me against making these blog entries too long. I just get carried away...!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Week #3: Northern Thai

If I were forced to select one cuisine to see me through for the rest of my days, I’d likely choose Thai. I find in the interplay of its flavors—a balance of the five tastes of salty, sweet, sour, bitter and spicy-hot—a harmony that is endlessly intriguing and completely satisfying. It’s just really good food. Period.

What I didn’t realize until I started this “52 cuisines” project, however, is that Thailand’s regional cuisines are as diverse as those of countries many times its size. As subsequent waves of migrants and armies passed through, they brought their cultures, traditions and ingredients to this geographically diverse country that stretches north-to-south for more than 1,000 miles and reaches about 500 miles across at its widest point. Buddhist vegetarianism and Islam’s halal diet have exerted their influence here as well.

Heavily shaped by the cuisines of Laos, Myanmar and the southern reaches of China, Northern Thai is milder and sweeter than the hot and spicy dishes of the south. It’s one you won’t often find on the menu, so when we discovered that Los Angeles has at least one restaurant specializing in it, Himself and I decided we’d best check it out. We went with a group of friends to a mom-and-pop Thai restaurant called Spicy BBQ, where we discovered that the Thai food we’d been eating for many years was exclusively southern.


Khâo Soi for the soul...

Along with Nancy, Morris, Rudy, Suzi and Barbara we ordered about a dozen different dishes to share. I’ve always assumed that the quintessential Thai dish was Pad Thai, but it’s actually Khâo Soi, at least in the north. Some say it was brought to the area from Myanmar, while others claim is was carried by Yunnanese Muslims passing through. Regardless of who brought it or where they brought it from, Khâo Soi seems to be to northern Thais what chicken noodle soup is to Americans. This ubiquitous street food is a creamy chicken and peanut soup topped with a handful of flat egg noodles, which give it a nice variety of texture between the crunchy bits floating on top and the chewy bits immersed in the soup.


Northern Thai Sausage

I think I could have confined myself to Khâo Soi and Northern Thai Sausage and been quite happy. Northern Thai Sausage officially gets the award as my personal favorite item in this meal. The recipe for this sausage is probably as long as my arm—the flavors were varied but well balanced and harmonious, with none overpowering any other. I can’t wait to hit Bangkok Market to see if I can find some to take home.


Sticky Rice: forget the chopsticks and the fork--this is finger food. 

Morris lingered over the bowl of jasmine rice and inhaled deeply before passing it my way. “Is there a more wonderful aroma?” he mused. It did indeed smell heavenly—fragrant and seductive. But more interesting to me were the small cylindrical baskets of sticky rice, a feature of the Northern Thai menu that comes by way of Laos. Sticky rice is THE rice of Northern Thailand. This isn’t just a rice that sort of clumps together like your average medium- to short-grain rice. No, sticky rice clings to itself for dear life. The idea is to reach into the basket, or kawng khâo, and pinch off a bit of rice, which you press into a ball and then dip into a curry or sauce and eat. I didn’t know this at the time but ended up eating it with my fingers this way, because it clung so tenaciously to itself that I couldn’t manage it with my chopsticks.


Northern Thai Curry

The Northern Thai Curry was a particularly flavorful bowl of pork belly and noodles that was soupier than a traditional curry from India or some other region of Thailand. That’s the way they make it in the north. Stir in a heaping spoon of jasmine rice and you’d have a great meal for a chilly evening.

As for the Pad Thai, this is the one dish that anyone who has ever eaten Thai food has had. I felt a little bit like a cheater eating it here, in the same way that it would be cheating to order a California Roll in a serious sushi restaurant. But still, it was quite good, light and delicate with well balanced flavors.


 Papaya Salad

We finished with the fresh and spicy zing! of Papaya Salad. I guess the idea is to save the coolest-hottest dish for last, to wake you up after you’ve eaten too much, so you can drive home before falling asleep. It was a great way to finish the meal. In Thailand, papaya salad is considered a snack food, something you walk around and eat the way people in the States munch on fries or chips. Too bad we don’t have papaya salad readily available. It’s much tastier and much healthier.


Chef Jet Tila
This restaurant was recommended to us by Thai chef extraordinaire Jet Tila, who has, of course, unerring judgment in these matters. We took a walking tour of L.A.'s Thai Town a couple of years ago, during which Jet demonstrated how to make pork larb, one of the culinary treasures of northern Thailand. It comes by way of Laos, where it is more or less the national dish. The perfect balance of salty, sweet, hot and sour makes for a happy set of tastebuds.

pork larb
We may have better photos of this dish, but I like this one for the blur of Jet's hand as he dusts the larb with toasted and ground jasmine rice, to add an extra depth of flavor to an already remarkable dish (some of ground rice was also added to the meat as it was mixed to bind it).

Just as most Thai restaurants I’ve been to offer the cuisine of the country’s southern region, similarly, most books on Thai cuisine focus almost exclusively on the food of the south. For some reason, the north is considered a poorer, less desirable area. It is mountainous, so farming is a serious challenge. And much of the region remains tribal, with each groups’ own dialects, customs and foods firmly ingrained. I guess it’s a difficult place to get to know well. But now that I know about Northern Thai, I’ll be watching for it in the future. Every now and then I envision being drawn out in search of a good bowl of Khâo Soi. I’ll probably find Morris there, saving me a seat.