You ever get those days when you have the biggest craving for a dish you haven’t had in forever? Just out of the blue for no reason. And it’s almost always something you used to have all the time as a child. This was one of those days.
Opor Ayam is magic!!!
One could describe it simply as chicken in an aromatic coconut gravy, spiced with coriander, cumin and some other not-so-secret ingredients. But that wouldn’t do it justice. What it is, is rich and savoury and freaking addictive; it’s comfort food at its best; it feeds the soul and chases away the blues; it’s me when I was eight and running circles around my mum and walking hand in hand with my dad; it’s the dish you need when it’s cold and wet outside and you’re feeling that all too familiar ache of homesickness. Continue reading The cure for homesickness – Opor Ayam (Chicken in coconut gravy)
I can be an incredibly cheap person at times. Which is probably why I absolutely love flea markets. It’s like a treasure hunt! Except you don’t know what you’re looking for, so it’s always a pleasant surprise. It was at a flea market that I chanced about a cookbook on Indonesian cuisine. Actually, the seller had the entire collection of the series. I was so very tempted to buy them all, alas, I knew I didn’t have the space to house 10 new cookbooks and I wasn’t particularly in the mood for a lecture on impulse buying from my husband.
Continue reading Flea market treasures – Semur Daging
I’ve been staring at these photos for the last hour and debating with myself if I should write this post. They’re not great pictures, but then again, none of my other pictures are great. Yeah, they’re not baaad but they’re not great. I mean, have you seen some of the pictures that are on the other blogs? The props, the perfect lighting and always the right angle. You wonder if they’re chefs with a talent for photography or photographers who really can cook.
But it was either this awesome Roast Chicken or a short babbling about how I found Cronuts in Switzerland (yeah, the infection has reached us). Continue reading I gotta learn to shoot – Indonesian-inspired Roast Chicken
Picture this. You’re out to dinner with a couple of friends and you decide to go for a nice Asian meal. You’re placing your orders and then you hear a friend say, “Could you make that extra spicy, please? Thanks”. You start to roll your eyes, only to catch the waiter rolling his. Sound familiar? Everyone has a friend like that. That friend ( usually asian ) whose tongue just can’t be beat by the Scoville scale. There is NO dish too hot or spicy for them. Or at least, that is what they want you to think.
I used to be that friend. When I first moved to Switzerland, nothing was spicy enough and everyone was challenging me. How hot could I go? And to be honest, that challenge wasn’t hard to beat here in the land of Chocolates. My dad is from Indonesia, so I grew up eating spicy food. I had a distinct advantage. You should see the way my family eat chilli. They don’t pair chilli with their food. Hell no! They pair food with their chilli! I’m the weak one of the bunch. Continue reading How hot can you go? – Ayam Rica Rica (Indonesian Chilli Chicken)