There's nothing better than a market of this caliber. Uwajimaya in Seattle is our "local" Asian market. It's just nine hours away by car. Our cupboard is running low on the bamboo shoots, fermented bean curd and dried shrimp I picked up there last year. I'm looking forward to stocking up in St. Louis at Seafood City at the end of the month. We're after dried squid, Chinese bacon and sausage, mi jiu, banana leaves and preserved duck eggs.
Monday, March 14, 2016
The Scavenger Drools
What I wouldn't give to live close to this fine establishment: http://www.bestofneworleans.com/gambit/rising-market/Content?oid=2899029
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Our cooking teacher Ivy Chen's family is from Tainan on the southwest coast of Taiwan- where the 6.4 magnitude earthquake struck a couple of weeks ago. (her family is safe). One of the culinary specialties from that city is Danzai noodles- alkaline wheat noodles in a pork and shrimp broth with garnishes of minced braised pork, cilantro, bean sprouts, chopped raw garlic and a single perfectly cooked sweet shrimp. You also see versions with a hard boiled egg or a pork ball.
Mrs. Chen started with a broth made from chopped pieces of bone-in pork leg simmered for a few hours. Then she pulled a ziplock of nearly black, gelatinized master stock out of her freezer and let it thaw. Master stock is integral to much Taiwanese cooking- being the base for braised meats of all kinds that end up in soups and other dishes. It's made by simmering cassia bark, citrus peel, star anise, garlic, green onion, dried mushrooms and sugar in water, soy sauce and rice wine. Various meats are then braised in the stock until tender. Instead of being discarded, the braise liquid is retained and either kept at a boil, chilled or frozen for later to braise more meat for other projects. In this way, the flavor of the stock continues to deepen with time. Master stocks are sometimes kept going for decades.
To make the Danzai noodles, we added ground pork and a bit of minced belly to Ivy's master stock and simmered for an hour. We took the fresh pork leg stock made earlier, got it boiling and added shrimp heads and shells.
We bought fresh noodles from the local market since we were already making two other kinds of dough for steamed buns and Xiaolongbao and were running short on time. We blanched them briefly and slipped the hot noodles into bowls, ladled the shrimp and pork stock over and then topped it all with the pork braised in master stock, bean sprouts, cilantro and a bit of chopped raw garlic. Danzai noodles are usually eaten as a snack in a small bowl. It's a simple and insanely delicious thing, that raw garlic really brings all the flavors together.
Mrs. Chen suggested that if we wanted to try some other versions of Danzai noodles in Taipei, there was a great authentic spot in an alley behind Din Tai Fung. We went searching the next day and found a shop that specializes in Tainan noodles. We enjoyed small bowls of Danzai that were quite similar to Mrs. Chen's- maybe not quite as good. The shrimp was replaced by a savory, rubbery pork ball.
I emailed Mrs. Chen and it turned out that we'd gone to the wrong place. That was still a fine bowl of soup. Such is the food in Taipei that you have to work to find a bad meal.
Monday, February 8, 2016
Mardi Gras Cleanup Crew
As the Crescent City gears up for another blast of drunken revelry, do you ever wonder what happens with all those empty Hand Grenades left splintered in the streets? Here's a good read on the folks who clean the heaps of sodden trash in the aftermath of Carnival.
As a punk kid I was induced to clean up after the V.P. Fair (now Fair of St. Louis) beneath the sleek supports of the Gateway Arch. I remember well the stench and feel of a yellowed watermelon left to bloat in the July heat. The number of bags we filled in a day was stunning. But I was a mere wayfarer in such realms. My hat is off to those who perform such an invaluable service.
Thursday, February 4, 2016
The Taiwanese use the greens off every edible plant for food. We were wowed by the heaps of greens at markets. It's a paradise for the kale-weary. We feasted on these stir-fried sweet potato leaves one night while wandering hungry in Hualien. The stems had a crunch almost like fried green garlic scapes.
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Steamed buns, no training wheels
We're getting a little better, but our steamed buns are still not yet there.
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Lunch in Hualien
Delicious bitter melon. Crunchy. Scented with sesame, chili and garlic. It's the unfussy food in the garishly lit, often grubby street side cafes I long for the most when thinking about eating in Taiwan.
Olympia Provisions smoked kielbasa
I just learned that the Portland charcuterie greats changed their name because the International Olympic Committee had a fit about brand protection. I've been a fan of the outfit's salami for a couple of years and have lately been testing some of their emulsified sausages. They handled this snappy, juicy kielbasa as deftly as they do their dry cured products.
Sunday, January 31, 2016
The Scavenger kitchen went to work this weekend in a furious attempt to recreate some of the flavors of Taiwan. Noodles with braised pork, crispy shallots, collards, egg, cilantro and chili oil.
Taipei cooking lesson part 2, the struggle with Xiaolongbao
When it came time to start folding the skins of the Xiaolongbao, Mrs. Chen encouraged us to go easy on ourselves. Last week, she said, one of my clients cried because he was having such trouble making them.
Xiaolongbao are a type of steamed dumpling from eastern China, specifically from around the south bank of the lower Yangtze in the Shanghai area. They are sometimes referred to as soup dumplings for the gush of hot liquid that accompanies their filling- a feat accomplished by the inclusion of collagen in the mixture, which is solid when cold and liquifies in the steamer basket. Some iterations of the dumpling are soupier than others, and we've had Xiaolongbao in Taiwan and Vancouver that were completely "dry." Some are made with partially leavened dough wrappers which obviously contributes to a fluffier final product. Din Tai Fung, the most famous purveyor of Xiaolongbao, uses unleavened skins for dumplings that have a thin and delicate texture.
Here's a photo of Xiaolongbao from Din Tai Fung:
The gold standard.
Such is the current rage over these dumplings that they're the most commonly requested subjects at Mrs Chen's cooking school. She has been to Din Tai Fung a number of times to get a sense of the operation- the white-coated and masked dumpling technicians plainly visible through plate glass windows as they furiously roll, stuff and fold.
Mrs. Chen had already made the filling ahead of time since the process involves cooking pig skin in water, blending the skin and broth until smooth and then chilling it in the fridge for three hours until it solidifies into an aspic. The gelatin gets mixed with ground pork, soy sauce, rice wine, salt, pepper and spring onion and ginger water and then goes into the fridge for 40 more minutes to solidify again.
Rolling out the skins, which end up as 9 cm diameter discs that are thinner on the edges than in the middle, is fairly straightforward. The challenge comes when working with these thin shells in combination with the gelatinous filling which becomes wetter as it warms. I can't imagine trying this in a warm, humid kitchen. The folding process is not easy to pick up, either. Basically you gather a small fold along the edge of the wrapper, pinch it to the edge to its left, and stretch the sealed fold toward you and over the filling while gently tamping the filling inside with your thumb. You repeat this, always pinching from right to left until you've gone all the way around the wrapper. The folks at Din Tai Fung perform a set number of folds per piece, but we were lucky to keep the constantly moistening dough from tearing into shreds.
No one cried, but we all got a good laugh once we opened the baskets.
Here are our flaccid offerings. We came away from the evening with a new respect for the art of Xiaolongbao and a determination to up our game.
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Evening crepe, Hualien
Welcome to the port of Hualien. One of two days with sun in three weeks. We walked 8 miles looking for the long, pebbly beach at Qixingtan and a couple more miles scrounging for a bar in the evening. We sat and had a beer at an empty outdoor karaoke place and listened to Rihanna, then found a real bar. A sign above the sink in the men's room said "Please irrigate after throw up."
After a couple Jim Beams, we stepped out and had a lovely evening crepe with an egg and scallion rolled in. A boon to the soul.
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Steamed bun lesson
While in Taipei, we were lucky to spend a long afternoon and evening with Ivy Chen who has been teaching cooking to expats and tourists for 17 years. We met Mrs. Chen at Shidong Market in the Shilin district in the north part of the city. Shidong is an enviable indoor market with vendors selling luscious seafood, poultry, pork, Chinese sausage, noodles, tofu, seaweed, pickles and produce. There's a full-on noodle factory at which you can take your pick from 10 different styles made that day. The tofu shop has 15 kinds of tofu with varying textures and densities, some dark, dry and marinated, some smooth and creamy, some crispy-fried or skin-thin and rolled into a bundle. There are vegetable sellers who sell produce that is rare in Taiwan like Brussels sprouts and arugula. The varieties of cabbage, mustards, edible ferns, herbs and other green leafies is overwhelming. It's the kind of market I'd give my left leg to have nearby and Mrs. Chen lives two blocks away. She goes every morning and buys fresh ingredients for herself and her students. She'd never even think of buying meat after 10 am. It's not fresh enough for her.
She's a firecracker. She told us that she drove her mother nuts with cooking questions when she was a kid and that she is constantly riding her sister because she has no sense of when particular fruits and vegetables are in season. She's always giving Mrs. Chen gifts of woody breadfruits and mealy apples.
We asked Mrs Chen to show us how to make steamed buns, the ubiquitous fast snack sold from hot cabinets around the island and in China. One would be hard pressed to learn how to make them from a book. While it's hard to do them really well (with succulent fillings and uniform dough that is pleasing to the tooth and the eye), the principle is pretty basic. You make a yeasted dough with white flour, water, oil and a pinch of sugar and let it rise in a warm place. You make a filling of your choice. In our case, we used ground pork, scallion and ginger water, rice wine, salt, black pepper, sesame oil and chopped scallion. Scallion and ginger water is a simple and brilliant flavoring. You just take green onions and ginger and throw them in a blender with water to make a thin, bright green sauce. You punch down your dough and divide it into balls. Then roll each ball out so that it is thinner at the edges than in the center. Spoon on your filling and then comes the tough part: pinching, stretching and folding the dough around the filling. It should be pretty easy to tell from the photo below which of the three buns was made by Mrs. Chen.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Easing into the saddle again
There's not a teeming drinking culture in Taiwan. That's probably a healthy thing. Sure, you can go to 7-11 and pick up a couple of tallboys of Taiwan Gold, but there were times we wanted a slug of something a bit more stiff. We found some good bars on the island, but it took dedicated footwork.
Here we are back in old Montany. The food's not worth a damn, but one thing Montana does well is bars. Maybe it's a response to austere spaces, wind, long winter nights, sparsely populated streets, black carpets of piney forest. Having some difficulty recalibrating after our island voyage, we walked over to the local last night to drown our sorrows. Ordered a PBR to try and approximate a Taiwan Beer. Not even close. But our corner pub was a cheerful beacon in the night.
Monday, January 25, 2016
Yuli grease bomb
The greasiest thing we ate in Taiwan came in a very cute package.
This deep fried pocket of glory came from a street vendor in Yuli.
One bite into this sucker and I was covered in scallion oil.
The contents? Lots of scallions, glass noodles, dried tofu, probably some fermented mustards. Tons of grease. And even though it caused me to reek like a grill cook at White Castle, it was damn good. Boy are we ever missing Taiwan. Time to fire up the wok.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
This was a delicious parcel we ate while riding bikes around the rice fields of Yuli.
Late night food carts
The Taiwanese are down with the food cart. They are everywhere. One of the more common types of carts in Taiwan is the mix and match style cart like this one. Basically you choose your own ingredients from the display. Chicken wings, chicken hearts, Vienna sausages, pork skin, pork slices, yam, carrot, tofu, yuba, pork intestine, boiled egg, greens, couple types of dried noodles. Some of these carts have a vast array of ingredients laid out. You place whatever you want with tongs in a plastic basket and the cart owner cooks everything for its appointed time in a vat of boiling broth. Then you season it how you like with chili, vinegar, soy, salt and pepper. You can get it dry or as a soup with some of the broth added. We were overjoyed to pass this cart on the way home from the bar one night and brought tubs of noodles back to eat while watching one of the many dopey action films on TV.
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Lin Dong Sen Beef Noodles: Taipei
When you first pull up to this joint, you think there's no way all of the hungry customers lined up will be seated in the present decade. There's a stove next to the sidewalk with a vat full of boiling broth and bobbing bits. Two tiny rooms with short counters where people sit elbow to elbow slurping from bowls. But the queue moves with surprising speed and you wonder where they are putting all of these people.
When we reached the front of the line we were told to follow the folks in front of us halfway up the block to a slightly larger room behind a steamy sliding glass door. We were seated at a table with another couple and handed menus. The woman at the front of the house notified the crew managing the line outside via walkie-talkie each time a table was vacated. We ordered a small appetizer of the recommended house tofu and bowls of the signature soup.
The soup itself was amazing. It consists of large gauge, chewy wheat noodles and meltingly tender slices of beef shank in a rich, dark beef broth flavored with five spice. A pinch of scallions is scattered on top. The shank is so tender, the webwork of sinew shot through the slices has taken on an unctuous, almost creamy texture. Each table is outfitted with a jar of thick, sweet chili paste in case you want to zap up your bowl, but the flavor of the broth is already so deep as to render condiments superfluous. I almost cleared a large bowl of the stuff and, in so doing, put the hurt on myself. It was the most burstingly full I ever was in Taiwan.
Oops, too hungry to take a photo at the outset.
Though considered by some to be a national dish of Taiwan, our Taipei cooking teacher (more on her later) told us that beef noodle soup is not a traditional Taiwanese dish. It's hard to say what is and what is not traditional in a hodgepodge culture like Taiwan, but I suppose she meant that the soup style was brought to the island by mainland Chinese during the Chinese Civil War. Regardless, the island's inhabitants have made it their own and it is a thing of beauty.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
La Carta de Oaxaca, Ballard
I've been itching for years to eat at this lively spot on Ballard Ave. I've come close to doing so four or five times, but, for some reason, something always comes up. Too long a wait, someone in the party wants Thai instead, etc.
We're happily stranded in Seattle. The passes are chocked with snow and avalanche danger is extreme. So we finally made it out in the pouring rain, crossing board bridges over sidewalk puddles big as Lake Union. It was worth the wait in every respect. There was even a table ready for our party of five. Like magic.
Lamb birria. Tender braised loin in birria sauce served with perfect, chewy house tortillas.
Tamales with mole negro wrapped in banana leaves. Eight flipping bucks.
Entomatadas. Beef and fried tortillas stuffed with Oaxaqueno cheese.
The price to quality ratio in this place is not often encountered in these parts. They have an extensive mezcal program, to boot, and serve generous pours in crystal boats with tiny crosses stamped on the bottoms. So you can't help but know you're drinking something holy.
This was a nice, scallion-filled sesame bun we ate squatting at a low table on a street in Hualien. Just one more out of the hundreds of savory breakfast options in Taiwan.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Yuli Chou Doufu
This little stinky tofu spot in Yuli had people lining up to get their fix when they opened each afternoon. Stinky tofu is a Taiwanese delicacy wherein tofu is fermented slightly and takes on a stinky cheese-like savoriness. The version in Yuli is somewhat less far gone than the sharp Chou Doufu in Taipei, which fills the night markets with its heady reek.
Day 12: Dumpling parade
During our last few hours in Taipei, we raced around gobbling as many dumplings as we could. We're at the airport standing on the verge of dumpling dearth back home.
Fried crispy on the bottoms.
Cabbage filled. You slather on as much fermented chile as you wish.
These little guys were filled with pork and fried crisp and chewy on the bottoms.
Masterful works of engineering from our second visit to Din Tai Fung. These are filled with shrimp and loofah squash. They told us to eat them without adding soy sauce and vinegar. Good move. It's pricey, but these folks have mastered the art of xiao long bao. Such delicate dough and moist fillings that sing with flavor.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Texas 'Cue in New Orleans
Sadly we're down to our last hours in Taiwan. We're jamming in as many dumplings as possible before jumping on the red eye to Seattle. Feeling very reluctant to leave this place and the beautiful cuisine.
At the same time, the Gambit's review of this barbecue joint starts to make me drool for some vittles crafted closer to home: http://www.bestofneworleans.com/gambit/review-black-label-icehouse/Content?oid=2855641
Monday, January 18, 2016
Day 11: Breakfast in Hualien
Steamed xiao long bao for breakfast. Totally different version than Din Tai Fung. These were made of yeasted dough rather than cold water dough and there was no liquid inside. Yumsville nonetheless.
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Day 10: Yuli breakfasts
The stellar folks at the guesthouse where we have been staying have produced some astounding breakfast spreads the last couple of mornings. It doesn't get any better than this. Everything fresh and at the peak of ripeness. The nicest people anywhere.
Clockwise from bottom center: pork jerky, pears, sticky rice steamed in bamboo leaves, Chinese cabbage with orange sauce, cake, steamed buns, omelette with preserved cabbage, porkfloss for steamed buns. Center: pungent and diminutive Chinese celery with tofu, salted egg and thousand year egg.
Clockwise from center right: pork jerky, stir fried ferns, tofu with tiny sardines in oyster sauce, marinated tofu and braised pork jowl, preserved ginger and plums, wood ear fungus with chile, garlic, ginger and cilantro, walnut fruit cake, marinated tofu with chile and star anise pods, scallion omelette. Center: papaya, grapes and yellow tomatoes. We ate everything with bowls of congee, soy milk and hot coffee.
I mean, these folks went over the top.
I now have a sense of my next pork jowl project. Such meals give one a whole new perspective on the notion of entertaining guests.
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Day 9: Yuli Noodles
We hopped on a slow train bound for the beautiful east coast and landed inYuli in the Huatung Valley. There's a more laid back pace here and the valley bottom is webbed with trails that wind between rice fields. We had the pleasure of gobbling down some of the local fare.
Friday, January 15, 2016
Taipei Day 8: last breakfast in the city
A little reluctant to head south for the country, we ate our final Taipei breakfast in the local park while watching a group of women perform their morning calisthenics. Hot soy milk is a common and delicious morning treat. Just about every vendor sells it and there are shops throughout the city that specialize in making it. The more famous ones have gigantic queues stretching down the block.
Taipei Day 7: Pasta
It was cold in Taipei yesterday- all of 17 degrees c. Which is starting to feel frigid now at I've been here a week. After a night of random debauchery with some Germans, Brits and Taiwanese we met at a Bavarian beer and schnitzel house, we were in need of something comforting to breathe life into our cold, booze-addled bodies. There's a pasta joint right outside our apartment that always smells incredible so we lumbered in and filled our bellies with steaming bowls of garlic blasted spaghetti noodles. Amazing.
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Taipei Day 6: pancake-o-rama
The flatbread scene here is off the hook. This place near the Dongmen MRT station was doing a good stroke of business yesterday. They have a regular menu, but most everyone was after these pancakes fried with a beaten egg. You can also get ham, cheese and basil added.
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