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Showing posts with label Ayam Buah Keluak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ayam Buah Keluak. Show all posts

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Birthday Gift

Tomorrow is his birthday.

He doesn't like making a fuss.  A few years ago, I threw him a surprise party.  When the first guest arrived, he looked at me in shock and horror- What is R doing here at this time in the afternoon?

Oops.

This year, especially with distance, I thought I had best cement myself deeper into his consciousness, by cooking the mother of all Peranakan dishes, the Ayam Buah Keluak, for him.

Every Peranakan family cooks it their own way.  I am cooking in my Popo's shadow. The recipe can be found on pages 23-25 of my first book, A is for Achar, L is for Love (publisher- Ethos Books,
http://www.ethosbooks.com.sg )

My cousin B kept some nuts (buah keluak) for me.  She also gave me a packet of a tamarind paste (assam) to make the tamarind juice.

So the journey into Buah Keluak land needs to begin with first soaking the nuts for at least 2 days to rid it of soil/dirt.

1.  After 2 days, scrub them nuts, break them open with a small hammer, scoop out the meat, put aside.

I strategically chose to do this on the night that he was home.
This sight of his wife put him in a very good mood.  I was interrupted with hugs and declarations of love.  He then asked me to make him my curry as well.  
My Curry?  No problem.  Advantages of being jet lagged & availability of fresh coconut shavings!
2.  Add sugar and salt to the nut mixture and pound it up.  Then roll it into a ball shape, cover it with cling wrap and store away in the refrigerator.

 3.  One or 2 days before the actual meal, re-fill the nuts with the mixture.

4.  Prepare the rempah (spice paste)- this is the bit I dread the most.  It requires a lot of slicing and pounding, which ruins my manicure, hurts my hands and my back.

I think of the rempah as the foundation for the dish.  You can't exactly cheat on this.  The finer you cut the ingredients up, the easier it will be to pound.
(Rempah-  chillies, blue ginger, turmeric, shallots, buah keras, and lemon grass (use only the white bits).
The packet on the bottom left corner is tamarind.  You need to sift it through water to create tamarind juice.

Many prefer using a blender to prepare the rempah. But the archaic pounding way is the only way that draws out juices.  The blender can be employed later.
5.  Marinate a chopped chicken and some pork ribs while doing the above.
6.  Start cooking.  Fry up the rempah.  
7.  Add the chicken and pork ribs, add the assam/tamarind juice, add salt and sugar to taste.
8.  Add a dash of belachan, add all the nuts, keep on cooking.  
9.  After cooking on high heat, and just as the meats are about done, lower the heat, and allow to simmer for about 3-5 minutes.
10.  Once everything is cooked, allow to stand untouched for a while.
11.  And then I remove the meats and nuts, and I pour all the stew/broth into my blender to whip every bit of remaining spice into sheer liquid form.
12.  Next I return the meats, nuts and broth back into my pot.

13.  Allow it to cool, store in refrigerator, only to be served, tomorrow.

The dish looks like this.

There is a tangy, sweet-sour spiciness to it, as well as an underlying rich flavour.  I think the Japanese word is umami.  It tastes of distant lands.  It tastes of memory.  It tastes of time.




Thursday, January 30, 2014

Reunion Dinner

I've been traveling since last Friday.

Bruno and I went to see Summie over exeat weekend.  On Saturday, there was a brief, furious hail storm.  At night, she cupped my face and whispered, Mom?  I'm really happy you are here in the UK.

Tuesday I made it on board SQ 319, right in the nick of time.  Eight hours into the journey, the air hostess serving me tells me I am the most polite passenger she's ever served.  Fourteen hours later, I am in Singapore.  The sky is too bright a blue, the heat has ferocity, and of course the taxi driver attempts ripping me off.  Note to self- cashmere tights betray alien status.

Yesterday was New Year's Eve.  A New Year's Eve ritual is The Haircut.  I was thinking, off balance, edgy.  By the time Reunion Dinner was served, the heat from the steamboat reshaped my locks.  Ah, my $160 haircut now looks like a coconut.  Sweet!

Every smart girl knows, that a Chinese daughter-in-law has no worth.  So to survive Reunion Dinner, and Chan Clan Lunch over the last 18 years, I have mastered The Art of Smiling & Nodding, Smiling & Nodding.

But at last night's dinner, I didn't have to exercise my grasp of Smiling & Nodding!  I actually had an enjoyable time!  Perhaps too much time has passed.  I'm more familiar with the Chans, and the Chews.  There is a new baby present.  The sweet, young cousin gifts us with home-made pineapple tarts, Mil is in a good mood, and Angel the Beloved who nearly died last Chinese New Year, celebrates with us.
Off to Reunion Dinner
Across the island, my cousin B has prepared a Peranakan Feast.  Some of the traditional foods Popo unfailingly made during our growing up years, are dextrously re-created by her.

I sit at Mil's table and think of the spread in front of me, so different from the spread at Popo's house. At Popo's house...
Ayam Buah Keluak!
Chap Chai!
Itek Sio!

(* All of the above photographs belong to Cousin B)

Mil makes Claypot Rice, Soup, and delicate dumplings with a Hokkien Name that her mother used to make.

On my fourth bowl of soup, I wished someone had informed me, that when you marry especially a very traditional Chinese man, you truly end up marrying his family as well.

The people at the dinner table yesterday were once strangers.  They eat different foods, like different things.  They speak a Chinese dialect I do not understand.  But as the lo hei is tossed, wine consumed and as we helped each other dish out more soup, more meat, more vegetables, there was a sense of warmth and camaraderie.  Nothing felt forced last night.  And I felt, immensely grateful.
photo credit-  A. Chew
Reunion Dinner