I had an urge to make something this weekend after the success of Saturday night’s mie goreng (which Rosie and I made all by ourselves, with tasty results). So I decided on lemon curd! I cycled over to Hypermart to buy ingredients… with a twist. I bought some strange butter thingy which wasn’t really butter, and one of my packs of lemons got cancelled because it was missing a barcode! But that was fine, all fine. I cycled home and started on the cooking. Looooads of juicing, and frustration over zesting, but I got there in the end. I had everything perfectly measured out (my butter came to an exact 12 tablespoons) and mixed together as the recipe dictated. However, I didn’t read the instructions properly, so, having heated up the saucepan, I poured the egg and sugar mix in and promptly scrambled the eggs. Undaunted, I scraped the egg mix of the bottom, cooled down the saucepan, and started again. This time, I mixed all the ingredients in the (cold) saucepan before putting it on the heat. The butter melted nicely, and it smelled great, so happy days there, but it wasn’t thickening, so not so happy days. I whisked and whisked and whisked until I thought my arm would fall off (I still have a blister from holding the whisk), and then after 15 minutes of strenuous beating, the curd thickened! Yay!!!! It smelled great, and I strained it into some jam jars. It made just over two jars, and tastes great! I am super happy, and will add it to my repertoire now. As with the baking of the cinnamon buns, it was a super fun experience, with a few hiccups, but a great end product. Yum yum!
P.S. You may have noticed that the floral shirt I am wearing also features in the cinnamon bun post. Perhaps it has become my Official Baking Shirt…
Hello friends! It’s been about a year since the first post of thephilosphicalcyclist was posted (January 5th), so I thought it would be cool to do a “Year In Review” post. I’ve come a long way from first writing my “Greetings from Dhaka” post, and on the way have amassed 29 WordPress and 9 email followers, and readers from 20 different countries. It might not seem like a lot, but for me, it’s an amazing achievement that so many people are able to seeing a different side of the world through my eyes, and that I can be a storyteller for the whole world through my writing. With the coming of 2017, I wanted to celebrate all that has happened in the year of 2016, so here it all is in One Reviewalicious Post™. Enjoy!
It was UN Day at my school last week, which means dressing up, eating great food and doing awesome workshops. No, I didn’t wear the floral shirt, but it did make an appearance at the Kemang V Residence Street Party last Saturday. However, I did wear my wedding/fancy dance clothes (see “A Timeline of Dhaka Memories in Photographs)with the addition of my plaid bunnet, and I looked as dapper as always. The day started off with SLA, which is basically a period where you do homework. We had a mini-banquet of international food. There were brownies (America), pepernoten (mini cinnamon biscuits, the Netherlands), lemper (chicken wrapped in sweet sticky rice, Indonesia) and butter tart squares (Canada). My teacher, Mr Hara, brought in natto, fermented soybeans mixed with Japanese mustard and fried onions. I was the only one who tried it. At first it tasted like weird cheese, which was okay, but then I tried to swallow. When my throat blocked up I knew I needed to get it out of my system. I had to make a mad dash for the bathroom to spit it out. Yikes. I cleansed my mouth with brownies while watching other members of my class give presentations about their home countries.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving in the US, and an acquaintance of Papa’s invited us to a Thanksgiving supper. I wore my floral shirt (see cinnamon buns post), because opportunities like this don’t come around very often. We wandered over at 4:15pm (first thing after school) to the Feldis household, a 5 minute walk away.
When we lived in Dhaka, we had a lot of staple foods that we would make as much as possible, but none were so popular as the cinnamon buns. They had their ups (when they were loved by all that ate them) and downs (when we used fiery cooking cinnamon instead of the baking stuff!). But they remained a baking mainstay for our family. Now, since we are fully settled in our new Jakarta home, we decided to make them for the first time in Indonesia. Our revised recipe is below.
In the last post I made, I promised a bhajji vs. samosa contest straight from foodie heaven. I will first outline what both of these food items are, and will then share my thoughts and the votes and comments of various family members. Then, reader, it’s down to you to vote on your favourite. And if you ever find yourself in Dhaka, do stop by a roadside stall and sample these for yourself!
So, today I made and ate fuchka for the first time!!!! For those of you who missed Bangladeshi Street Food 101, a fuchka is a little crispy shell filled with a chickpea paste and chopped vegetables and topped with a sweet sauce.
The fuchka arrived at our house by means of my father, who had ate them with workmates earlier in the afternoon. They were not assembled, but came in a kit consisting of a bag of around 10 fuchka, a tub of chickpea filling and a small bag of sauce. Assembly goes as follows.