Archive for the ‘Food’ Category

  • Singapore stomach

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    I’m not sure what to make of the case I’m about to relate to you, so I’ll just tell you what happened.

    A few months ago, there was a celebratory event at a club. The people invited included locals and expats. The buffet lunch was provided by an external caterer. At that lunch was an Austrian friend of ours. Let’s call him…Karl.

    Karl and the other attendees didn’t eat as much of the food as the organisers anticipated so, at the end of the event, the organisers told everyone that they could take the remainder of the food home. Karl, newish to Singapore and still struck by the “exotic” food, came forward and got duly given some packages to take home.

    When he got home, he immediately asked his family to partake of the meal. “His family” consisted of a Singaporean fiancée and his parents, who were visiting from Austria.

    Later that night, all four people fell ill and were taken to hospital. Karl was sent home that night with some medication; his fiancée was discharged the next day; his mother was hospitalised for three days; his father stayed for five days.

    The Singaporean authorities leapt into action from the moment of admission. How did his family get sick? Where was he? Where did the food come from? Emails zinged back and forth as Karl tried to contact other attendees to find out who the catering company was.

    (For the record, J also suffered symptoms of very mild food poisoning from the same event.)

    Karl provided all the details he gathered to the Singapore authorities…and was told one week later that no action would be taken because he and his family did not contract food poisoning from a restaurant. Since it was an external caterer, he was told, there was no legislation in place to prosecute the offending company. This lack of legislation, he was additionally informed, also applied to hawker stalls.

    Karl was a bit nonplussed by this consequence and so was J. So, albeit almost half a year later, I did a bit of digging. In addition to finding out that there are more food poisoning cases in Singapore than anyone (i.e. Singapore) would like to admit, I came across the following:

    By the looks of things, hawker stands can be prosecuted by Singapore authorities. The case I’ve linked to is from 2009, involving the “Rojak Geylang Serai” food stall. The food stall was subsequently closed and a 13 April update says:

    Following the closure of ‘Rojak Geylang Serai’ at Geylang Serai Temporary Market on 4th April, transmission of food poisoning cases linked to the food stall had ceased. Since 9th April, there were no further notified cases to MOH [Ministry of Health]. The total number of food poisoning cases remains the same at 154, with 48 cases hospitalised.

    It also appears that catering companies can also be, at the very least, investigated:

    The Ministry of Health (MOH) and National Environment Agency (NEA) are investigating into a food poisoning incident involving a licensed caterer, ISS Catering Services Pte Ltd operating at Singapore Sports School, that was notified to the authorities on 4 November.

    To date, a total of 106 cases have been notified to MOH. All the cases, including 11 who needed outpatient treatment, have since recovered. None of the affected cases required hospitalisation….

    As a precautionary measure, the canteen operator, ISS Catering Services Pte Ltd, was required to clean up the food preparation and refreshment areas of the canteen. MOH has advised the school to be alert to new cases and to ensure high standards of hygiene among students, staff and food handlers. NEA will continue to work with the school to monitor the hygiene situation at the canteen closely.

    So what’s happening here? Is it the public that’s getting snowed by the Singaporean authorities (we are doing something), or was it Karl (we can’t do anything)? Maybe the authorities weren’t interested in pursuing the case because only three people were hospitalised and, out of those three, two of them are going back to Europe soon anyway and the third is a local?

    The only other viable explanation is that Karl is lying about what he was told but why would he? Up to this point, he’s enjoyed Singapore, even if he’s confused about why everyone is so obsessed over having white skin.

    So what’s going on here? Who knows. If you visit Singapore, just be aware that this is a tropical country and that food hygiene is not always the best.

    My personal recommendation is that you stalk Dr Vivian Balakrishnan, Singapore Minister of Community Development, Youth and Sports, and only eat where he eats. You see, there was a scare at the Youth Olympic Games last year, with 21 volunteers suffering food poisoning. Fearlessly, Dr Balakrishnan stepped up to the plate by admitting that HE is the quality control process:

    “I’ve made it a point every day to chat and have my meal with the volunteers. So that is my way of ensuring quality control [my emphasis --kaz], that the food for the volunteers is the same food that I eat.”

    There you go. No delusions of godhood or even due process here. Who needs a rigorous food hygiene regulatory framework when you have good ole Viv?

    POSTSCRIPT: If you follow the link about the Youth Olympics outbreak, you’ll notice that one of the volunteers who suffered food poisoning “wanted to be known only as Mr Tan.” This is how scared the average Singaporean is. You volunteer for an event, giving of yourself and your time. Something is mismanaged and you’re STILL too afraid to step forward and admit you were a victim. Pathetic.

  • Dog talk

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    Cookie was getting spayed today and, while The Wast and I were waiting at the vet’s for the operation to finish, two Chinese men walked in. One of the men wanted some medicine for his dog. The receptionist told them to wait while she got a vet. Here is a bit of their ensuing conversation:

    Dog Owner: I was having some work done on my house and one of the workers was Vietnamese. My dog was so scared of him! Wouldn’t go near him.

    Friend: (laughing) Really? Why, ah? Had he been to your house before? Did he kick your dog?

    Dog Owner: No, he’s Vietnamese. He’d been eating dog meat and my dog could tell.

    Friend: How? Looking at him, how can you tell if someone’s eaten dog meat?

    Dog Owner: It must be the smell of the dog meat. Once you eat it, somehow the dogs can smell it on you and they won’t go near you. They’re terrified of you.

    Friend: Vietnamese, ah? But I thought it was the Koreans who ate dog?

    Dog Owner: Vietnamese, Korean. Even Indonesians eat dog.

    Friend: Wah, really?

    Dog Owner: There’s a tribe called the … (now it could be Datak or Patak or something like that. I don’t know Indonesia and I’m working from memory here so apologies if I got this wrong). They eat dog at special ceremonies. Actually, they eat cat too! Cat at the beginning of the year, dog near the end.

    Friend: So, both dogs and cats run away from them?

    Dog Owner: (laughing) Yeah, lah!

    And all this time I was thinking, hey I thought it was you guys who ate dog! (Bruce Lee munches on one (spit-roasted and looking a bit tough, to be honest) in the park scene of “Fists of Fury”. And there’s also a mention of it in the Jean-Claude van Damme flick, “Bloodsport”.)

  • Food blog launches today!

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    I’ve been carrying on a bit of an experiment on Facebook. For a couple of weeks, I very briefly described what I was making for the kids’ lunches. And I’d get a lot of comments on how nice that sounded and could people have the recipe, please!

    So, while I was mulling this over, a friend by the name of Karen E suggested that I drop romance novels and start a food blog. Well, I’m not going to stop writing (sorry Karen!) but I wondered if I had the time to devote to a food blog. Something small. Updates once a week. With the kind of food I like cooking.

    I thought about it over the weekend and decided I could do it! And so Cooking with Kaz launches! You’ll find a link to it in the right sidebar of this blog or you can go here. The first recipe up is Tandoori Chicken. Please do go and have a read and see if it’s the kind of thing you enjoy reading. I’ll be updating it every Wednesday or Thursday. And thanks for all your support.

  • On promotion and holidays

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    So I missed blogging again yesterday. To be fair, I had an excellent reason. My Monday is the US’ late Sunday, so I was on board at the Carina Press blog, and also monitoring Facebook and Twitter in case anyone popped in to ask a question or make a comment about my new book. It was hectic and a lot of fun, although quite draining, especially as I hadn’t caught very much sleep the night before.

    (The one thing that surprised me was the wonderful reaction to my Carina blog posts. (The first dealt with the similarities between historical and s-f romance, and the second was more straight intel about my book.) I have to admit, I was a bit anxious about my posts. IN ENEMY HANDS is not a zippy, fun read. It’s about terrorism, torture, injustice…and romance. It’s set in a universe that’s not a nice place. Yet the comments on both posts were thoughtful and encouraging and I’m blown away by the support I was given. Thank you to all who commented.)

    After North America slowly snoozed its way into Sunday night, it was still Monday here, and a public holiday for a lot of those working in Singapore. Labour Day! With the kids at school, J and I spent a rare morning together. We deliberately didn’t read any of the news to do with demonstrations around the world, went to our favourite Indian Muslim makan (food) place, Habib’s, and stuffed ourselves with thosai (a flat pancake made from ground rice and black lentils … masala for J, kosong (empty) for me), fried chicken and fish cutlets, washed down with Habib’s iced lemon tea, which is the best I’ve ever tasted. I filled myself with so much food I couldn’t face anything else till 8:30pm last night, and then only had a snack!

    Now it’s my Tuesday, which feels like a Monday, and I’m wondering if it’s really that necessary to continue to have 5-day working weeks? Surely if one segment of the population moved to 4-day working weeks, and we harvested the unemployed pool so that other people could work 3-day working weeks, wouldn’t we be able to have, for example, banks and government departments open seven days a week? You wouldn’t have to rush to renew your licence or register a business or post a letter. You could do it during “your” weekend at your leisure. With other people working the other three days, there also wouldn’t be so much pressure at the supermarket. It would even out the traffic a bit as well, wouldn’t it? Budding writers could take a 3-day job, which would leave them with some steady money coming in and four days when they can concentrate on their writing AND devote some time to their family. Someone should do a study.

    But, before that quasi-capitalist utopia comes into existence, we’re still at the 5-day working week, the beginning of May and a busy busy time ahead. Next week sees the release of the “Cougars & Cubs” anthology from Total-E-Bound, but more of that on Friday. And I’ll be appearing at so many places around the blogosphere that you’ll be sick of my very name.

    Tomorrow, a news round-up from my part of the world.

  • Quick one today

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    To the kitchen, kids!

    Would you believe, the kids and I managed to finally find a waffle maker yesterday? It might not seem like big news to you, but the joy of discovering little things that have been nagging you for ages is indescribable. If there’s one thing living in Johor is doing, is teaching me to appreciate whatever surprises I find.

    We also bought ourselves a sandwich maker, which is another cause for celebration. Not that I want you to think that we live in the kind of place where cows wander listlessly down the roads or anything. Johor is a quickly developing, dynamic and bustling state, but it still has some way to go. Eighteen months ago, the word “dishwasher” only met with blank looks. The one we finally bought for our house had to be put on special order and paid in advance and it still took a month to reach us. The same with induction hobs. Of course now they’re everywhere and you can buy European appliances till they’re coming out of your ears, but it wasn’t always so.

    Insect screens were something else that took time to explain. And ceiling ventilator fans. We’re still trying with roof insulation but have now relaxed into the local schedule. Instead of wanting to get it tomorrow!, we’re content for the process to take a couple of months, while we query people who contact friends who ask acquaintances. Eventually, we know someone will turn up at our house with a catalogue, notebook and tape measure in hand. We just have to be patient.

    So, back to today. Not an informative post as I’m just off to test the new waffle-maker and mix up some tuna and cheese for our sandwich maker! Take care, have a good weekend and I’ll catch you all on Monday.

  • The Wast on kids’ meals

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    I’m not eating that!

    We stopped at The Manhattan Fish Market on the weekend while shopping at Jusco Tebrau City. The Tebrau Jusco shopping complex is a bigger version of the one in Bukit Indah and it has a Harris/Popular book store, so it’s worth the additional mileage (kilometreage?) to get there.

    When we first visited The Manhattan Fish Market 3 years ago, it was superb. The food was fantastic, the service top-notch, there were discount vouchers for future visits. Then, I don’t know what happened. The size of the side sauces that come with the meals diminished greatly, the staff became lacklustre in performance and the food, while still okay, didn’t quite zing any more.

    Last weekend, giving it one last try before we scratched it from our list of favourite restaurants, The Wast ordered the grilled fish with rice and found two small stones in the rice before I told him to stop eating it. The price of the meal was deducted from our bill, but we couldn’t help but reflect on the falling standards in what used to be a very nice restaurant.

    (As a note, The Manhattan Fish Market is a Malaysian-owned and -created restaurant chain. It’s also not cheap, by Malaysian standards. The grilled fish of the day with a drink cost RM23++.)

    But that’s not what I wanted to talk about. The Wast is very clear on what he eats when we go out, and our ten year-old doesn’t order from the kids’ menus. “The food on the kids’ menu isn’t very nice,” he told me on Saturday. “It all tastes the same and it’s boring.”

    He has a point. The Fish Market’s three kid choices were, from memory, fish nuggets with chips, calamari rings with chips, or fish nuggets with calamari rings with chips. Kids at Kinsahi, a Johor-based chain of Japanese restaurants, have a similar choice of fried vaguely Japanese (or other) looking food with fried potato stars and/or chips. Why would you take your children to an otherwise excellent Japanese restaurant only to order them spaghetti with chips? When you start paying attention, you’ll notice that the children’s menu items are way below standard compared to the adult offerings, often greasy, unimaginative and carelessly compiled. Little Dinosaur ordered a kids meal @ Fish Market but the nuggets she received were strangely too soft under their batter, almost a puree. Being the less discriminatory type that she is, she told us it was “nice” but ended up not eating most of it.

    It wasn’t until The Wast explained the facts of kiddy eating-out life to me, compounded by Little Dinosaur’s meal, that I saw the truth in what he was saying.

    Do kids get such a bad deal when it comes to restaurant food because they aren’t the ones paying the bill? If we are enjoying our meals, do we blithely assume the quality of our children’s food must be equivalent and carry on regardless? Or is it a case of just being relieved that there’s something “kid-friendly” on the menu (buying into the pernicious myth that kids only enjoy food with deep-fried potato strips next to it) and so we’re content to close our eyes to sub-standard quality? (I have to admit, I’ve been guilty of that.)

    Right now, though, I have no excuse. Over the past year, we’ve been moving to a policy of always checking that what we feel like eating (Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Thai, kopitiam, Taiwanese, Hong Kong cafe, ramen, steamboat, bbq grill, seafood, etc.) is close to what the kids also feel like eating. If we can’t come to a consensus, we leave and find another restaurant. The Wast has been eating from the adult menu for months now (mostly because the kid portions are too small for him. He’s as skinny as a rake, so where he puts all that food I’ll never know!) and I think, after this past weekend, I’ll be pushing finicky, fussy Little Dinosaur more aggressively to do the same. I know what this means — more restaurant-hopping, more cycles as we wait for our children to look over a variety of menus, more disgruntled opinions — but The Wast was right to point out the lower quality of kids’ meals, and we’re happy to listen. It means a bigger restaurant bill, but this is their nutrition and satisfaction we’re talking about. When it comes to food quality, children, and teaching them about quality, you have to go for the best you can afford. It’s as simple as that.

  • Recipe: Fish sausages

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    Don’t wrinkle your nose like that!

    I know what you’re thinking. You’re imagining smooth frankfurter-looking things filled with fish paste. No no no. What I’m suggesting is something a lot more palatable and, according to Best Ever Recipes: Appetisers (published by Hermes House, 2008), is actually Hungarian in origin, so no strange mix of tastes (like sugar in the snag) here. Bear with me.

    Fish sausages fall on the piscine food continuum somewhere between fish cakes and fish fingers. They are firmer than cakes but full of herby goodness, unlike fingers. First the recipe plus notes:

    375g fish fillets, such as perch, pike, carp or cod, skinned (I used dory)
    1 white bread rolling75ml milk
    25ml chopped fresh flat leaf parsley (actually, I used a mix — parsley, rosemary, oregano and a bit of dill)
    2 eggs, well beaten
    50g plain flour
    Fresh breadcrumbs (or panko, the delightfully spiky large crumbs from Japan)
    Oil
    Salt and pepper

    1. Mince or process the fish coarsely in a food process or blender. (Just check first to make sure all the bones have been removed.) Soak the roll in the milk for about 10 minutes, then squeeze it out. Mix the fish and bread together before adding the chopped parsley (or herbs), one of the eggs and plenty of seasoning.

    2. Using your fingers, shape the fish mixture into 10cm long sausages, making them about 2.5cm thick. (Be careful because they’re very fragile at this stage.) Carefully roll the fish “sausages” in the flour, then in the remaining (beaten) egg and finally in the breadcrumbs.

    (Step 2A. Put on a tray and put in the fridge for 30 minutes to firm up the sausages.)

    3. Heat the oil in a pan then slowly cook the sausages until golden brown all over. Drain well on crumpled kitchen paper. Garnish with the deep-fried parsley sprigs and lemon wedges dusted with paprika.

    Here’s a pic:

    fish sausage, nicely out of focus!

    You know, people are often a bit apprehensive about cooking fish. And it really isn’t helped by this cookbook. The editor of the book is Christine Ingram and she makes wonderfully affirming statements like:

    * “Use this batter … whenever you feel brave enough to fry fish.” (Parmesan fish goujons) WHAT???!!! Brave enough to fry fish? Srsly?

    * “If you can’t find Serrano ham, use Italian prosciutto or Portuguese presunto.” (Grilled asparagus with salt-cured ham) Sweetheart, if I can’t find Serrano ham (says Kaz from Johor), chances are I won’t be able to find prosciutto or presunto either, m’kay?

    * “... this succulent tapas dish … tastes even better served with some home-made aioli.” (Chicken with lemon and garlic) Pity there’s no recipe for aioli in the entire cookbook then.

    * “This is a well-known and much-enjoyed salad, even though its origins are a mystery.” (Caesar salad) A mystery … only if you don’t like food. (Hint: check out Julia Child.)

    So, I like the cookbook, but am not too keen on Ms Ingram’s pearls of wisdom. Must be getting cranky in my old age but I hate it when people in authority either don’t do the proper research that is part and parcel of their bloody job or put off enthusiasts/students by making stupid statements. But the fish sausage? She is delicious!

  • Recipe: Vietnamese Cabbage Salad with Chicken

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    Fish sauce smells pretty, uh, fishy

    Another new salad to add to the family repertoire. I made this salad with a slight amount of trepidation back in November, but the kids just wolfed it down and asked for more. I mean, really, trying to cook interesting food for children is a real crapshoot. So, now that I’ve found this recipe, I’m holding onto it with both claw-like hands. As usual, the original, from the Periplus Authentic Recipes series (Authentic Recipes from Vietnam by Trieu Thi Choi and Marcel Isaak, 2005) is given below, as well as my notes in italics.

    1 skinless chicken breast (about 100g), stamed or poached until cooked and shredded to yield about 1 cup
    ½ head cabbage, leaves washed, rolled up and thinly sliced (I usually use red cabbage because it looks so stunning)
    2 tablespoons minced mint leaves
    2 tablespoons minced polygonum leaves (also known as daun kesum in Malaysia, and maybe Vietnamese mint elsewhere. The cookbook tells me that if you can’t get this particular herb, substitute with equal quantities of mint and coriander leaves)
    3 tablespoons fish sauce (be brave; it’ll all come right in the end)
    1½ tablespoons sugar
    2 tablespoons freshly squeezed lime juice
    ½ teaspoon crushed black peppercorns
    2 tablespoons crispy fried shallots (I tend to leave this out because, as much as I love the taste of them, the shallots always get stuck on my back teeth; J doesn’t even like the taste of them)
    2 tablespoons crushed roasted unsalted peanuts (I use a mortar and pestle to give an interesting, uneven texture to the crushed peanuts)
    1 finger-length red chilli, deseeded and thinly sliced lengthwise (I leave this out for the moment because of the kids)

    1. Combine the chicken, cabbage, herbs in a large bowl.
    2. (Now this is my own step. The cookbook has you tossing everything, except the shallots and chilli, into the bowl with gay abandon, and adding more sugar to taste, but I tend to take a more nuanced approach to salad dressing.) Combine the fish sauce, sugar, lime juice and pepper in a small cup or bowl. Mix until the sugar is as dissolved as it’s going to get. Don’t worry if it’s still a bit gritty by the time you’ve finished mixing, you won’t be able to taste it in the final dish. Adjust ingredients to taste.
    3. Garnish with red chilli and serve immediately. (As mentioned before, I leave out the chilli, then dust J’s and my portion of salad with chilli flakes. Can’t live without them chilli flakes!)

    And although I only had the usual white cabbage at hand yesterday, this is what it should look like:

    Vietname Cabbage Salad with Chicken

    NOTE: Because getting particular herbs can be a bit of a hit and miss affair, when I see the herbs on offer, I grab a whole lot of them, mince them, mix them and freeze them in plastic bags. This way, I always have the herb mix on hand to whip up this salad with leftover chicken. They’ve kept well for 2 months, so far. The herbs, that is.

    ASIDE: And in Neo Dark Ages™ news from Malaysia, I bring you the burning of churches and the banning of the use of the word “Allah” by non-Muslims, even though the Arabic word predates Islam and is currently used to also describe non-Muslim deities. I was going to write an entire rant about this, but A Rahman does a much better job in a letter to malaysiakini (Malaysia Now) here. The way it’s going, Malaysia is going to lose its “moderate Muslim country” tag … not that I think certain loud-mouthed and closed-minded factions care. (And, again, you’ll note that the action is being taken to “protect” Muslims from confusion with other gods. Insert appropriate WTF comment here.)

  • Christmas 2009: Pasta salad

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    Let’s talk food!

    So, we only ended up with the immediate family for Christmas Eve dinner. This ended up being a good thing, considering the cutting of the fingernail thing. In fact, it was such a convivial and relaxed meal, with just the kids and pets, that I might not invite anyone to a Christmas meal ever again!

    I know it doesn’t quite look like much, but here was our dinner table:

    So now that we have the picture, let’s delve into the recipes.

    TOMATO PASTA SALAD (which, incidentally, isn’t even in the photo! Doh!)

    This was the first time I tried this recipe and was such a huge hit that it’s now become part of our standard salad repertoire. The recipe originally came from the Better Homes & Gardens “A Treasury of Christmas Food & Craft” softcover book, 1998 edition. Here’s the more-or-less original recipe with my notes in brackets.

    ½ cup oil-packed sundried tomatoes, drained (you can get gold easier than you can get sun-dried tomatoes here! Not managing to source any for Christmas, I settled for the equivalent amount of feta in oil with herbs)
    1-2 cloves garlic, crushed
    1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar
    2 tablespoons oil, from sundried tomatoes (see above note)
    ½ cup olive oil
    500g pasta bows
    1 bunch fresh asparagus
    250g punnet cherry tomatoes
    250g yellow pear tomatoes
    1/3 (that’s one-third) cup chopped flat-leaf parsley
    Salt, pepper
    Fresh basil leaves to garnish

    1. Combine sun-dried tomatoes (feta), garlic, vinegar and oils in food processor bowl. Process 20 seconds or until ingredients are combined. (I add the salt and pepper at this point, not at the end, separately, as the recipe advises.)
    2. Cook pasta bows in large pan of boiling, salted water for the time stated on the packet (usually 12 minutes) or until al dente. Drain.
    3. Prepare asparagus. (Now, the true way of preparing asparagus is to bend the stalk, which will snap at the point where the woody part of the stem meets the tender part. Unfortunately, this is only a game for restaurant chefs because you wouldn’t believe how much of the stalk gets wasted! My tip is, for big stalks, to cut off the bottom 2cm. If the stalks are skinny and all green, I just trim the ends. Then I get a vegetable peeler and I peel away the skin on the bottom half of all the stalks. It sounds like a lot of work but you get into the hang of it quite quickly, especially if you rest the stalk on a chopping board and roll it with your left hand while peeling with your right.)
    4. Plunge asparagus spears into a bowl of boiling water. Leave 2 minutes, until vibrant green in colour and slightly tender. Drain, then plunge into a bowl of ice water. When cold, drain and pat dry with paper towels. Cut into 3cm lengths. (I do my cutting beforehand. Have you ever tried to boil the entire length of long-ass asparagus spears? It’s frustrating if you don’t have a fancy asparagus cooker. So, cut first, cook for 2 mins, then cool very quickly in iced water. Drain and dry.)
    5. Cut cherry tomatoes and pear tomatoes into half, lengthways.
    6. Assemble salad while pasta is still warm: Combine pasta, tomatoes, asparagus and parsley in a large serving bowl; mix in dressing. Add salt and pepper (if you’ve decided to wait till this point). Garnish with basil leaves. (I use the small leaves to garnish with and make pesto with the large ones.)

  • Adventures with a knife

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    Wow, that’s a lot of blood

    If you’re into cooking with any kind of zeal, you’ll come across the advice that you should always use the very sharpest knife during any cutting task. “It’s the blunt knife,” you constantly read, “that does the most damage.”

    When cooking, I tend to set up my prep area a particular way. Directly in front of me I have my chopping board, the type varying according to what I’m slicing and dicing. To my right, I have a selection of the knives I’ll use during the prep session, all laid out one beside the other — a boning knife for, er, boning, a black ceramic knife for vegetables, a chef’s knife for herb chopping, and so on. The sharpening steel is always the rightmost utensil. Beyond my chopping board is my “refuse dish”, where I deposit all peelings, skins, and ends. I may have two of these if I’m putting aside some peelings, say, for a stock. To my left, I have empty containers ready to receive whatever I’ve prepared.

    I’ll be honest and say I like my system. It’s what works for me. And so I chopped, sliced and filleted my way through the Christmas menu, sharpening my knives in between (all except the black ceramic which has to be specially sharpened by some Japanese samurai master in Kyoto during the full moon only when the cranes fly, or something).

    That done, I noticed that the cat’s meat also needed cutting. Unfortunately, this only occurred to me after I’d cleaned my prep area. You can guess what’s coming next, can’t you? I grabbed the first clean knife I had (not so sharp, no weight to it). And started laying into the sinewy buffalo forequarter.

    It took less than a second. One moment I was realising what a bad idea it was using an unsuitable — and blunt — knife, and the next, the blade slipped and cut my finger through the nail down to the flesh.

    As I type this, my left index finger is still throbbing. And it’s difficult to type without that finger in fine fettle — the letters r, t, f, g, v and b depend on it. So take it from me, folks, those righteous cookbooks are right. It really is the blunt knife that does the most damage. And that one’s from personal experience. Make sure you don’t make the same mistake.

    In other news, I’ll be touching on the festive season in Johor in my last Novel Spaces post for 2009. Look out for it after 6:00am EST today. Ow!

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