Sunday's Kahuku style shrimps

I must say I’ve been craving shrimps for the longest time and I’ve tried a number of products, none of which were satisfying until I found farm-raised Ecuadorian shrimps. SHRIMP ALL THE WAY FROM ECUADOR!

But a quick Google search reveals something surprising: Ecuador is the world’s 2nd largest producer of (sustainable) shrimp, so there.

Since these were raw and still in their shell, I thought that the perfect style of cooking them was Kahuku style- a favorite local dish in the Hawaiian island of Oahu, popularized by a string of shrimp trucks (or stands) found in and around Oahu's Kahuku community. We had this when we were in Hawaii and have been replicating it ever since.

There’s a million recipes of it and this is how I made it:

Ecuadorian shrimp is good

Ecuador's insistence on lower stocking densities and the use of naturally disease-resistant shrimp ensure healthy and flavorful development without the need for techniques found in other parts of the world, including heavy use of antibiotics and genetic engineering.

Flour and baking soda

Truth be told, we’ve never really cleaned shrimp back in the Philippines. But I did it anyway- they were big enough- and then dredged them in flour and a teaspoon of baking powder.

Fry them first

I fried them quickly in high heat, and you can already see the fat in the heads melting and coloring the olive oil. The flour and baking powder coating also crisped up the shell, making them edible. Tip: trim off the walking legs and the swimmerets. This would make it easier to peel off the shell. After frying, set aside.

Do a whole head of garlic

Don’t mince them too fine

Use the best better you've got

You will end up eating a lot of butter so might as well use the best one, preferably grass-fed unsalted butter (this is Westgold).

Then add in your shrimps

At this point, I also added a chicken-flavor cube, paprika (should have been cayenne) and some water which helps create a thick, delicious sauce. Lower the heat and stir occasionally for about 15 minutes.

Peeled or not?

I might try a version with the shells taken off just to make the eating of them is easier and less messier. Most of the flavour was there though I have to admit. I might still batter the shrimps and leave the heads intact.

Best shrimp meal I've had in a long time

Can’t wait for the next one (the box did have 1.8kgs of shrimp).

Storm watch

I’ve lived in New Zealand for over 15 years now and I have never experienced, 1) more than an hour of the power going off, 2) work cancelled because of a storm, 3) of a truly destructive storm in the scale of what I’ve experienced in the Philippines.

And I hope I never do, so here’s to jinxing it.

For the first time, government authorities have actually issued a pre-storm warning ahead of Cyclone Gabrielle making land-fall or a pass through.

The wondrous beauty of a deboned whole chicken

For deep frying, I buy supermarket chicken. If it still has skin on, it’s cheaper so this is what I get and mostly boneless thighs. Sometimes the bone-in chicken thighs are even cheaper so I get that instead. I’ve learned how to roughly take out the bone from a thigh using kitchen shears which is way faster and safer than a knife.

I discovered a whole- size 13 (around 1 to 1.1kilos, $26.99)- deboned chicken from the neatmeatstore and it has sat in our freezer for a bit and I’ve only taken it out yesterday. Frankly, I didn’t quite know what to expect. Stupidly, I was somewhat expecting it to be whole, as if the bones had magically dissolved underneath and leaving behind a kind of ‘chicken dress’.

But you can see that it isn’t so, and different really from like say, a chicken deboned for when you make a chicken galantine, at least the way we make it back in the Philippines. The galantine chicken is pretty much whole and the wings are left intact on the sides along with the drumsticks.

But this one has the leg and wing bones expertly snipped out. I guess one can technically sew it back together to hold the filling if you wanted to make a galantine, but that would be for another day.

It’s on my To-Try-And-Master list: deboning a chicken.

The chicken is free-range and ethically sourced, and while I can’t tell the difference between a free-range egg from a barn or cage raised one, I can tell with the chicken. It tastes cleaner, tastier and when you poach it, which is my preferred cooking method for this kind of chicken, there is hardly ever any scum in the broth.

This chicken gives me three meals (everyone here is dieting).

How much of your daily life is really yours?

It’s beginning to dawn on me, that Saturday is the only day that I get full possession of my life.

I wake up anytime I want and have ditched setting alarms. If I wake up at noon, then so be it (I never do). I do a quick check of the phone charging overnight on my bedside table. If it’s nothing urgent, I just leave it there. I avoid reacting to the news. If a comet had crashed into the earth in the middle of the night, there’s nothing we could have done. We’ll get painlessly pulverised in our sleep hopefully, and be mercifully eternally bound in whatever dreams we’re in.

Coffee. Then another coffee. A great bowel movement. Shower. I put on my face- serum, moisturiser, sunscreen if we needed to go out somewhere. Unlike weekdays where I don’t eat any breakfast, we either eat out or have some old favourites like Spam and rice, pancakes, a well-buttered toast.

Then it’s chores. The week’s laundry in batches; coloreds, whites and delicates. There is some sort of weird comfort in the washing cycle- wash, soak, rinse, spin. I love doing laundry because it echoes life. I’m perpetually organising my clothes, my shoes. I think of the week ahead and mentally put together outfits. I feel that I have too much. I also feel that I never seem to have enough.

I think about dinner because more than likely, there is something that I’d like to eat, something I’d like to cook that I’ve been planning for the whole week.

For this Saturday, it’s a simple roast chicken but done the way this restaurant in Paris does it. They only use a small portion of the breast and serve it with a hefty shaving of black truffles and bearnaise sauce.

I won’t be putting shaved truffles on it, but I was thinking of making bearnaise sauce (you can check out a YouTube video of how Le Clarence makes its roast chicken here).

But by midday, I’d changed my mind about the bearnaise sauce; we had gone to the Asian store, but I had completely forgotten to get white wine vinegar and shallots. Maybe some other time then.

The only thing unusual with the way the restaurant roasts its chicken is that it’s placed inside a dutch casserole and then placed in the oven; it’s then taken out at regular intervals where it’s basted with its own juices. Towards the end when it has browned, you put in butter, garlic cloves and fresh rosemary, basting it again over and over until it’s done.

This forces me to always check the clock.

The done part was about 45 minutes more than the usual way I roast chicken. I make a salad out of leftover romaine lettuce. I’ve taken out buns from the freezer and defrosted them. I make a normal gravy with chicken cubes and buttered roux. We start to eat at 6:15 pm, later than usual, but in the middle of summer, it feels more like noon.

The chicken is much more noticeable moist than usual though. It’s delicious actually though I detect a hint of bitterness from the rosemary; perhaps I put too much.

What next? I feel like doing something and automatically, I try to look for the time. It’s always, do I have enough time??

I stop myself and make a drink (gin and tonic, which I don’t normally do) instead.

Japanese curry

I can’t remember how I discovered it. It might have been at a Japanese mart or an Asian store.

I like the thickness of it, the beef stew-like sauce but without all the effort of making an actual beef stew. Come to think of it, I might try making a beef one which I’ve never done. The protein here is chicken breasts (ugh, it always turns out to be tough- how do you make tender chicken breast pieces??).

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What's On

American Horror Story: Double Feature

Someone makes a pill that enhances the creativity of those who are truly gifted, while condemning those who don’t to a grim fate. I agree that it sucks when you definitely discover that you have zero talent. But to be punished for it by becoming a feral vampire with neither immortality nor beauty REALLY SUCKS! Would I take the pill?? Of course! I’M VERY TALENTED..

The Glory

It’s the girl from popular Korean dramas Full House and Descendants of the Sun and perhaps the only Korean actress whose face I definitely remember, and have not confused with anyone else! This revenge series is dark, yet has moments of levity when the romantic scenes take a page off the romance dramas Song Hye-Kyo became famous for. Part one ends in a cliff-hanger with the series finale airing sometime early this year. It asks the question- how far will you go to punish a bully?? As someone who has been bullied, my answer would be- ALL THE WAY!

Gannibal

I’m still not sure if the title is a play on ‘Hannibal’ (Lecter)??. But the infamous flesh-eating doctor will feel right at home in a sleepy, picturesque Japanese village where some of the villagers turn out to be cannibals. Based on a hit manga.

New Year's Resolutions list (1)

1. Schedule that goddamned root canal

2. Clean and re-season the iron skillet

3. Look at getting a new food processor

4. Look at either signing up at a gym or updating your fitness equipment

5. Sort your clothes for real (give them away to the Salvation Army)

6. More cardio

7. Go see a dermatologist

8. Increase your vegetable intake

9. Aim to read more (start on the books you already have)

10. Less of the bad fat

11. Start writing again please, even if it’s in small batches

What do you have planned for 2023?

Hope springs eternal as they say, so even if I enter 2023 with not enough money (it’s never enough isn’t it?) or personal accomplishment (where’s that novel huh?) or abs (my thighs have grown muscular though), I have an (over) abundance of hope- and the will to try, and try again.

As I’ve always said, if you’ve stopped trying or fallen behind a certain threshold of trying, you might as well check out (not literally).

Not all barbecues are made equal

Right off the bat, I went for the brisket and while it was good, we’ve had better (the brisket at Blue Ox Babe is superior).

And this is the thing with food places that focus on barbecued and grilled stuff; more often than not, you really go there for the heft and the quantity.

Nothing fills you up like really good protein. The sides are there just to serve as a palate bridge between meats. The ribs were good; the bacon-wrapped peppers filled with cream cheese were a revelation; the jalapeno-spiked Kransky sausages were a bit tough; the chicken wings had a nice tangy and sweet glaze; and the salmon we brought home nearly intact in a doggie bag. It felt like the odd man out in the group.

Matt was right; after a while, you were wanting for some rice!

MooMoo Smokehouse gets a 7 out of 10.

The eating is almost done

T'was NOT the night before Christmas

I don't wanna...

1. Cook dinner and then sit on the couch feeling bloated while doing the daily Quordle

2. Read, tweet, react to politics of any kind. I want to take a vacation from all that

3. Read, tweet, react on anything Elon Musk

4. Think about anyone at work and what they do or feel or think. I want to take a vacation from all that

5. Believe that time is slipping away. It’s NOT.

Tortang talonggggg

As a child, I probably wouldn’t have liked eggplant had it come in the form of something other than a torta (omelet). It would be adulthood when the eggplant, grilled until charred on the stove-top, mashed and dressed in nothing but vinegar, salt and pepper, became something sublime- a perfect foil to the salty, fatty richness of duck eggs (a combo that you can have with fish or pork or even chicken).

But as a child, anything fried was good, and to have meat, was even better. So the tortang talong was both, and it was also a vegetable, albeit one that didn’t have anything by way of substantial nutrients.

And when we grew up and could cook our own meals, being able to make the ‘perfect’ torta was a sign that the ‘baton had been passed down’ to you; that you passed the test that separated the so-so cooks from the capable ones. Our nanny was taught by my dad, but ironically, we had to learn it ourselves, and I did it by trial and error.

The requirement is simple- the eggplant has to hold the fillings in place (using the beaten eggs) and be in an acceptably regular shape. You get bonus points if the eggplant stem is intact and you can use it to transfer the omelet from the serving plate to your plate, without it breaking off. But I’m not fussed with this as the only reason why I keep it is for aesthetics; I like a lot of fillings so my tortas tend to be heavy and fat.

If you’re looking for a good recipe, try this one.

I’ve used shrimps as my filling, spiced up with Korean gochu jang. I also used FOUR EGGS (I’m currently dieting) which explains the round shape; the pan was literally filled up. I used the American eggplant as it’s currently cheaper. I wasn’t completely convinced that it would work, but it does; the flesh is more watery, but other than that, it’s virtually the same as the Chinese or Japanese variety that we’re familiar with.

Even running just once a week, can change your body

The Weekend (eats) in images

Christmas treats from Pōhutukawa Pantry

Smashed burgers

Not going to cook my burgers in any other way

Research before you buy

This is at Gilmour’s which has none of the ‘excitement’ of Costco, but has a lot of what you actually need (do I need another 3kg bag of peanut-butter filled mini pretzels???). We’re having a party for some friends in the coming weekend and we’re pleasantly surprised at our final Gilmour’s bill; not as horrendous as we thought because we spent the better part of an hour comparing prices with what’s available at the normal supermarkets.

Malaysian cuisine

We were wanting some comforting Vietnamese soups but the rain made parking a challenge so we ended up at Uncle Man at Southpoint which had sheltered underground parking. At $68 for four dishes includiing two generous entrees (the chicken skin!!!!), you certainly felt that inflation was just a bad dream you had the other night.

Fuck off!

Nothing worse than a black politician/person being the worst kind of Republican there is.