In case anyone is wondering what I’ve been up to all this time while I disappeared, I moved up to Hyde Park, NY to begin my culinary education at the famed C.I.A. Hyde Park is right above Poughkeepsie on Route 9, which is about 1.5 hours from the City by train. Its location is actually very beneficial to anyone who is interested in a culinary profession because a) it’s close to the global capital of gastronomy A.K.A. New York City, and b) it’s in the heart of the Hudson valley where fresh produce and ethically raised meats are readily available.

At the C.I.A.,  food really is life.

The Colavita center of Italian food studies

Vintage clock on a sunny day

I came up to school without knowing what to expect. But may I say that I was pleasantly surprised to find it very resourceful and well-structured? The school was bigger than I had imagined – there are +2,000 students, with the facilities such as the big main building “Roth hall”, 4 restaurants and 1 bakery café, the “Conrad Hilton” library, the recreational center, and the dorms. Unlike most other culinary schools, the C.I.A. offers a full college experience – though the academic courses are structured a little differently. Each semester here is divided into blocks of 6 weeks, and the blocks are designed to maximize the flow of learning. Since most of the academic courses last for 6 weeks, the pace of it all is quite intense. Moreover, the classes here could start at any hour. For instance, when the culinary students have a breakfast class, they ought to wake up at 2:30 AM. That’s right, AM. But as intense as it is, the school is dedicated to preparing the young professionals to lead the culinary industry. The school is designed not only to teach students skills, but the in’s and out’s of the industry, so they can apply the knowledge out in the reality. I like that part a lot.

View from my dorm

Geese hang out in and around the pond

View of the Hudson river

Aside from its superb academic program, the campus is very pretty. There are trees all around, birds chirping, geese playing around the pond, and you can even see stars at night. There is a pond right by the Rosenthal hall (which is where I am staying at), where pairs of geese swim and walk around all day long. I was surprised at how they don’t fear us human beings. They walk across the road to the grass field every afternoon and eat, regardless of the passers-by. Co-existing with the nature reminds me of the ecological and the ethical part of our food sources – it reminds me that the meats and vegetables that I eat everyday don’t just appear on the table. Whether it be for an educational purpose or for an aesthetic purpose, being surrounded by the beautiful nature is inspiring indeed. I can’t wait till spring when produces start to grow in the gardens here.

Ferran Adrià

Ferran Adrià panel discussion

Another perk of being here is being exposed to accomplished chefs of the world. I got lucky in that I chose to start in March, because we had a number of important figures at the school. To begin with, we had chef Ferran Adrià of the infamous el Bulli where one could secure a reservation only years in advance if he or she gets lucky. Often called to be Salvador Dali of the culinary industry, his creations are really out of this world. Adam from A Life Worth Eating explains well of his dining experience at el Bulli. Having a real visionary in front of your eyes is pretty exciting – kind of like how a 15-year old girl would feel if she saw Justin Bieber, or any straight male would feel about Angelina Jolie. You get the picture.

5 Volumes of food sorcery – Modernist Cuisine

Volume N.1

Next, we had an honor of seeing Nathan Myhrvold, who has been the right arm of Bill Gates at the Microsoft before he left. The billionaire loves food so much that he built a kitchen lab for the chefs to experiment and come up with answers to questions such as how to make a consistent omelet for 10,000 guests and so on. The collaboration has fruited in 5 volumes of cookbook, Modernist Cuisine, which has been praised by David Chang as the cookbook that will end all cookbooks. It’s a series of cookbooks that will change the way we look at food. And I’ll be honest here – I had no knowledge of who Nathan Myhrvold was until I was exposed to him here at the C.I.A. It was just another reminder to myself that I have much more to see and to learn.

The third visitor will be the legendary Paul Bocuse – one of the founding fathers of the Nouvelle Cuisine. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to see a textbook figure in person. This will truly be a once in a life time experience. This will be like meeting Elvis Presley in person if he was still alive.

Smoked salmon salad at the Apple Pie Bakery Café in Roth Hall

Overall, I’m very excited about the school. Its resources and the environment are perfect for growing chefs of the future. I can’t wait for my life to unfurl herein the next 21 months. Check back soon for more!

I had bought a few blocks of french butter from Dean & Deluca recently. They had more kinds of french butter than I had ever seen before. I got myself lost in the imported butter section of the market, Ea-sily. I picked up one of each kind from Lescure (what I am already used to) to Échiré (Yes!!!). I remember having Échiré slathered toasted baguette at the Café Les Deux Magots in Paris – and you bet I was in heaven. I couldn’t forget that very taste for months, even after I came back from the trip. So you can only imagine how excited I was when I found it again at the little corner of Dean & Deluca in New York City.

Le beurre, Échiré

Échiré is located on the west of France in Poitou-Charentes region. It’s a mid-point between La Rochelle and Poitiers. It’s also very close from Celles-sur-Belle which is another big butter producer in the region. These blocks of French butter are made from cultured cream, so they have this unmistakable taste and aroma of a cross between crème fraîche and sweet cream. It has its prestigious label of the A.O.C. beurre des Deux-Sèvres. Here A.O.C. stands for Appellation d’origine contrôlée, which literally means controlled designation of origin. The French government protects superior agricultural products such as wine, cheese, and butter by enforcing the set standards on every designated terroir. For instance, only two regions are recognized for butter – Isigny region and Poitou-Charentes region. In order to have the A.O.C. status, it has to come from within the two designated region, and it also has to meet the set A.O.C. production standards.  This way, the tradition and the excellence can long live and carry over generations.

Encasing the precious block of butter

So having this prestigious butter on hand, I needed to do something that does this product justice. As energy-consuming as it is, pâte feuilletée (puff pastry) was the only thing that I could think of that would make sense. This particular butter has about 84% of butter fat ( European butter has 82+%, and American 80-81%), so it would make really flaky layers. I had made palmiers with the puff pastry before, so I wanted to try something new, and mille feuille came to mind. Mille feuille literally means a thousand layers. It’s many layers, and oh-so-good. And also, it requires labor of love.♥

So let’s get to it. For the puff pastry you’ll need…
…to preheat oven to 400F 
Détrempe
200 g flour
70 g melted butter + a pinch of salt
80 g water
Beurrage
150 g firm cold butter

First sift the flour into a bowl, and melt butter in a microwave (it’s just easy that way). Add a pinch of salt into the melted butter and mix so the heat dissolves salt into butter. Add the water to the melted butter, and slowly mix the whole thing into flour. Mix and knead to form a ball. It doesn’t need to be very smooth looking at this stage, so avoid working the dough too hard. Wrap with plastic and let it rest in the fridge while you prepare the beurrage. Place the block of butter between parchment paper and flatten it out with a dough roller. You want to make sure that the butter block is malleable so it rolls out smooth when it gets laminated later. Wrap and place return to fridge.

Now, take the détrempe out onto a board and make a cross incision on top with a sharp knife. Turn the dough so the incision is now X, instead of a cross. With a dough roller, roll out from the center out to create a dough envelope like the picture above. Place the beurrage in the center and encase. Make sure not to encase air. Later on the air bubble can pop and tear the dough. Once you have a laminated dough, we’re ready to roll.

Carefully roll out the dough using a roller (or an empty bottle wrapped in plastic). When you have a long rectangle turn it 90°, divide the longer side into 3 with eyes, and fold the right and left third onto the middle to create 3 layers. Roll it out to a long rectangle, and repeat the same procedure. Wrap it and let it rest in the fridge for 20-30 mins. Repeat this at least twice more, and your dough will be ready to be baked.

Baked puff pastry sheets of three

Take the finished puff pastry dough out from the fridge, and roll out into a thin sheet. Then take a docker or a fork to create many mini steam holes so it’ll bake nicely without puffing up ugly. Place it on a sheet tray and put another sheet tray on top so the sheet bakes evenly. Without the even weight on top, the puff sheet won’t bake flat. And we all know that ugly baked puff pastry means sad you, because of the sheer volume of work that goes into it. So make sure you bake your baby right. Bake for about 25 mins, or until the puff is all baked and caramelized. If the puff isn’t fully baked, the layers won’t flake but stick. So make sure to bake it through.

While the puff is being baked in the oven, make the crème pâtissière, or what we call pastry cream. Pastry cream is versatile, and it’s quite easy to make. For that you’ll need…

500 mL whole milk
3 egg yolks
1 egg
100 g sugar
50 g flour, sifted
1 vanilla bean, scraped

In a bowl, whisk together eggs and sugar, then slowly combine the sifted flour. Meanwhile, heat up the milk with vanilla bean. When the milk comes to boil, take it off the heat and whisk in 3/4 of it into the egg mixture. When the egg mixture is tempered with milk, pour it back to the pot and bring it to a boil. Make sure to whisk, whisk, whisk so the bottom doesn’t scorch. When you see the thick mixture bubbling up, that’s when it’s done. So take it off the heat and pass it through a sieve. Place the still warm pastry cream onto a plastic wrapped tray and put a wrap directly on top, so the skin doesn’t form. Let it cool in the fridge.

Flaky layers

By the time you’re done with the pastry cream, the puff should be about ready. When it’s done, take out the sheet and cut into a rectangle with a serrated knife. Depending on what size and shape you want your mille feuille to be, cut the big rectangle into smaller rectangles. Be careful not to smash the puff and destroy it, it’s very sensitive!

I decided to make the classic, tri-layered mille feuille, so I cut mine into equal size of three. The puff pastry sheet came out SUPER flaky, and nicely caramelized. It was kind of unreal when I had a huge rectangle of buttery flaky layers right in front of my eyes. For me, it’s one of those things that I would eat on my deathbed. Well, more than anything though, I just felt satisfied for doing the butter justice – the successful puff pastry was mainly possible because of its higher butterfat percentage. It makes all the work so worth it!

Pastry cream on puff pastry

Now for the assembly, pipe the pastry cream using a pastry bag on the bottom layer (you can use the Ziploc bag and cut off a corner too if you don’t have a pastry bag). Place another layer on top, and repeat. Place the final layer on top. You can sprinkle the top with some powdered sugar, or glaze with white fondant glaze. I made a quick icing with powdered sugar and lemon juice and glazed the top. Believe it of not, that lemon juice was a saving grace as it gave a burst of citrus and cut through the butteriness. My roommate really liked the citrus, creaminess, and butteriness all in one bite. But especially the citrus.

Mille feuille au citron

I must say that it is pretty damn satisfying when you have 1) flaky buttery layers, 2) creamy (but not heavy) pastry cream, and 3) a flash of sweetness and the citrus zing all together in one bite. Or maybe it’s just how the labor of love tastes like. But either way, I feel that the end product was worth spending the whole day in the kitchen on a lazy Sunday when I could have taken a nap or been out with friends. Now that I know how it works, I am definitely trying another variation next time. But until then… I will enjoy these thousand layers.

I started this blog a year ago after a cozy dinner in Gramercy with my friend Nathalie on a cold night. Knowing me very well, she suggested that I start a blog that will further help me explore my true passion. And lucky me, after a year of baking, cooking, and writing, I am now reborn – I’m walking on the path of a pastry chef! 2010 was a real adventure for me in that sense – I chose to leave behind the job that I didn’t feel passionate enough about, and got on the sweet ladder. Writing this blog has enabled me to convince myself, and my family that being in the pastry kitchen is what makes me happy.

Now that I have found my path, I only have to walk on the path this year. I promised myself that I will never give up on this new found path of mine, that I will always find my way back somehow if I ever got lost. I will be starting at the CIA at the end of May, and I can’t wait. It’ll be the beginning of a great journey (don’t worry, it’s only 1.5 hrs away from the city. I am not going away to another planet!!). It’ll be intense though when the school starts, but I know that it’ll only make me stronger!!! Apart from starting a school, my goal this year is to get healthier, and to stay active. Working at the kitchen on 12-14 hr shifts, I have neglected my own well-being these past few months. I made another promise to myself that I will find the healthy, happy medium where I feel balanced.

What were some of your highlights in 2010, and what do you want in the new year? Whatever it may be, I wish you all a great start to another year, another decade. May your life (and tummy) be filled with sweetness!

Brown sugar lemon scone with apricot jam and sweetened whipped butter

So speaking of starting the year right, I decided to do so by cooking more at home. On the new year’s eve, I cooked up some penne alla vodka with sweet sausage, peas, and mint to celebrate the year’s end. And on the new year’s day, I made a herb-roasted poussin and steak salad to celebrate the year’s beginning. This morning, I baked some scones to keep the good momentum going. I didn’t have any orange or dried fruits on hand, so I decided to make plain scones with a twist. I used brown sugar instead of white sugar, and I added a spoonful of lemon oil to lighten up the flavors. It’s so easy to make, I made them in no time.

You will need…

…to preheat oven to 375F
2 cups flour
4 tbsp baking powder
A pinch salt
8 TBSP butter
1/3 cup brown sugar
2 tbsp lemon oil (optional)
3/2 cup milk
1 egg

Sift the dry ingredients in a bowl and mix in the sugar. Add the butter (cold cubes) into the dry, and cut into mealy consistency with fingers. Once all the butter is cut into the dry, add in the lemon oil, followed by the milk and egg mixture. Once it comes into a ball, roll it out to about an inch thickness and cut into triangles or circles, or any shape you want your scones to look like. Bake them in the oven for about 15 mins, or until they’re golden brown on top. It’s so easy!

It’s good with tea in the afternoon too!

Good thing about baking these scones is that not only you can eat them for breakfast, but you can save some for later and have it with tea in the afternoon. I took mine with apricot jam and some sweetened and whipped butter – man oh man, nothing beats the freshly baked flaky butter goods. I didn’t have it on hand, but lemon curd would go well with it  as well. I love how citrus not only brightens the palate, but my whole day as well. It made my day.

I’m getting slightly hungry again. I think I’m gonna go have some more of them scones with a cup of good earl grey. Well, happy eating and happy new year everyone!

One sleepless night in New York when I was talking to my friend M who lives in Seattle, I decided to hop on a plane and go visit Seattle on a whim for a weekend. I told myself that it’s OK because 1) I’ve never been to Seattle, 2) I get to visit my friend, 3) I always wanted to go somewhere on a whim. A weekend is a short time to visit a city, but in hindsight, I’m glad I took this trip. It is always good to see a new place, new things, and new people. It is a good reminder to me that there are people living outside the city. New York is a great place to be, but sometimes it’s easy to get blackholed in it, like that’s the only place on earth. On JetBlue, the air fare wasn’t so bad either, so thank you JetBlue, and thank you M for showing me around town through the Seattle rain.

Top Pot doughnuts of Seattle

I left the JFK on Friday around 2pm, and got to Seattle around 5pm local time (because there is that 3 hr difference). Since it was already a dinner time, we headed to Purple to get some wine and food after a quick drive-through around town. Purple was spacious and chic. I think I’m so used to being cramped in small NY restaurants that this restaurant freaked me out a little bit. Like it was too good to be true. I know, it’s sad. Anyways, back to the restaurant, they had a good selection of wines, and friendly staff. After having a couple glasses of wine, and some decadent creamy, cheesy pasta dish, we walked around downtown a bit. If Paris was the city of light of the world, Seattle would be the city of light of the U.S. It’s got that vintage theater district kind of charm, with lots of light sparkles everywhere.

The next day, tired and hungry, we headed to the local doughnut joint, Top Pot. We were like zombies pre-coffee, so getting coffee and lots of sugar sounded like a fine idea. The place was set up like a nice and tall library, where downstairs is the counter, and the upstairs is the seating area, with tall book shelves around the walls. I’m not used to eating doughnuts for breakfast, but surprisingly there were lots of local peeps waiting in line to get some. I got a couple doughnuts, and I must say they were pretty good. I would still vote for the NYC’s Doughnut plant, but definitely not bad at all. Especially when I was hungry and cranky, it was just what the doctor had ordered. Bingo. Jack pot. Top pot. Maybe I had too much sugar…

Pike place market

After we got our caffeine and sugar fix, we headed to the Pike place market. The market was huge. They had everything from amazing looking fresh produce to fresh seafood to local food products and local art crafts. I could just roam around the market for hours trying different foods and looking at different crafts. Before I started serious tryouts, we walked around to skim through the market. I didn’t go in because there were way too many people, but I did walk by the original Starbucks. I guess it’s one of those things you have to do as a tourist in Seattle, like it or not. But oh my, the place was jam packed. Viva la Starbucks.

Apple fritters

Beecher’s cheese shop

The coolest fish

Fried everything

Freshly made mini donuts at the market

Chukar cherries of Seattle – so good!

There were so many bakeries, and cafés around. It rains a lot in Seattle, so I guess I could see why it makes sense for the locals to sit at a café and talk or write or people watch or do whatever it is pleases them. As we walked by the shops, we just spontaneously walked into shops that looked interesting. Beecher’s is a cheese shop where they produce their own cheese, unlike many cheese importer shops. If I had the means to do it, I totally would’ve picked up their ready-made “The best mac & cheese in the world.” But knowing that I was going to be out for the day, I couldn’t pick it up then carry it around like a schmuck. Maybe next time.

We walked through the fish mongers after seeing the shops on the side. Just looking at the fresh seafood made me happy, like I was home. I was happy looking at most everything, but I just had to do an oyster shooter, which was only 2 dollars. It was sooo good, like that big, fresh burst of sea in your mouth. In retrospect, I should’ve done about 20 more of those shooters. There is nothing like fresh oysters, it shoots me off the roof. Hence the oyster “shooter” I guess. Ha ha.

Aside from the seafood, there were lots of fried stuff. Fried fish, fried oysters, fried clams, fried chips, and I found fried chicken organs. This one spot had fried hearts, gizzard, liver, and so on. I didn’t try them, but it’s definitely something I haven’t seen around in NYC.

Speaking of fried, there was a couple doughnut stands where the automated machine piped mini donut rings into the hot oil. They looked so good, but I just couldn’t do them after eating so much of the Top Pot doughnuts. :(

The market also had an ample amount of dried fruits and nuts. There were all kinds of coated nuts. They looked good, but I knew it’s something I could make at home too. On the other hand, there was a stand where they were selling dried fruits, cherries specifically. Apparently Chukar is quite famous in Seattle – it’s the stuff you’ll find at the airports, etc. I bought some dried cherry medley bags for myself and for my mom, because she loves a good trail mix. I bought a bag for myself so I can use them for baking, but it was so good I ended up eating them all up, only in a couple of days. I’ll just have to order some more online later.

Post Alley

Wall art

More wall art

Wall of gum

Somebody went to Duke, or their name is Duke, or they like someone named Duke, or they have a dog named Duke…

The close up – gross but kind of cool how artsy it looks

Naughty Nellie used to be a well known hooker on the street. A local ale is now named after her

Missing 4 1/2 yr old burrito unicorn

If you see a burrito unicorn, please call. They really miss him…

The alley ways around the market were wonderfully hip, bizarre, and artsy. There were cool wall arts everywhere, and the tourists like me who were taking pictures of them. One of the most interesting wall art was the wall of gum. Somebody started sticking the chewed gum up the wall and people just started following it. Now the wall is full of colorful chewing gum. It’s very pop artsy. It’s kind of gross in a way, but still very cool. I never would’ve guessed that Seattle is so fabulously hipster chic like this. Well, probably because all I knew about Seattle was that 1) it rains, 2) starbucks is from here, 3) the space needle is here (which is like the Seattle version of our Empire state building). But seeing and learning about its original and hip culture, I felt closer to the city. I guess you could say that the city and I were bonding.

On our way out to the waters, we found this MISSING posters on one of the walls – they were looking for a 4 1/2 yr old burrito unicorn. We surely couldn’t find him, but maybe someone could (actually, I wouldn’t even be surprised if a bunch of stoned peeps called the number already and reported a possession of 4 1/2 yr old burrito unicorn…). Anyways, it made us LOL pretty hard, so whoever put up the poster, thank you.

Deep fried prawns and oysters, not to miss a tall glass of beer to wash’em down with!

A seagull by the water

We started walking a little further away from the market, closer towards the waters. There were a number of restaurants and stands offering fried seafood. Getting slightly hungry and tired from walking, and being cold from the drizzly Seattle weather, I insisted on getting some deep fried oysters and shrimps with a cold glass of beer. It just seemed like something I HAD to do. I didn’t want to miss out on it and regret later (like the oyster shooters and the mini donuts at the market). I’m not a big fan of deep fried stuff, but I was ready to take it down. I must say these deep fried seafood did the trick though. I was happy as a clam when I was done eating!

After getting my fried food fix, we went to the Seattle Art Museum (SAM) to catch the Picasso exhibit. I was very excited because I actually missed this stuff when I was in Paris last year. Last summer in Paris, I went over to the Musée de Picasso, only to learn that it was closed for about 2 1/2 yrs for a renovation. So to catch what I have missed in Paris was just wonderful. I didn’t feel like walking in the rain anymore either, so it worked out perfectly. There were a lot of peeps (strangely many middle aged couples who seemed to be on a date), probably because it was a weekend, and probably because it was drizzly and cold outside. And probably because Picasso sort of is a big deal. It was a lot of stuff to digest, but I thoroughly enjoyed seeing his work. It was well organized, so it was quite easy to follow his changing style. He was the kind of artist who didn’t settle for anything but to be ahead of the curve. True visionary in that sense. By the end of that evening, I was feeling as good as it gets in Seattle. (NYC, take that!!!)

West lake, where I stayed

Red Mill Burgers

The next morning, we grabbed a good cup of latte and drove around the other side of the town, where Bill Gates and the alikes reside. It was rainy, but still pretty to look at. The tall and skinny trees were everywhere, something I would never see on the east coast. I also liked how close it was from the waters. Seattle was a very good mix of metropolitan and the burbs, but also with the warm and cozy town feel to it. After a long drive through the Seattle rain, we were ready for a greasy breakfast. And at that point, I couldn’t think of anything but burgers. So we headed to the red mill burgers for a quick fix. It was a cute joint – I wasn’t knocked out by it, but it was still good. If anything, I knew I could only get it in Seattle. After that big burger, I was ready for a sunday nap. Zzzzz.

Bimbos in Capitol Hill

Awesome burritos here

Inside

Sadly, this night was the last night in Seattle. I was scheduled to leave at 11 PM, going back home  on a red eye flight. But that didn’t stop me from taking advantage of what Seattle has to offer. We headed over to  the Capitol Hill neighborhood, which is kind of like a mix between Brooklyn and Chelsea. It’s very hipster, very cool, and very LGBT. It’s a place where I feel like home, but still original enough to believe that I’m somewhere else. Parking is pain in the arse especially on weekends, but it surely has the cool hipsters streaming in, as it is one of the most exciting and fun neighborhoods of Seattle. Passing through many cool shops and bars on the side, we went into to M’s favorite burrito spot, Bimbos. We ordered some burritos (doh!), chips, and a pitcher of sangria, and may I say that the food here was excellent, and the pricing, very reasonable. Staff were friendly, and fellow restaurant-goers very hip. If I lived in Seattle, this would surely become one of my favorite spots. I’m not a big fan of sour cream, but their cumin sour cream was just so good, I ended up licking it with my finger. I’m not sure whether it was because I was hungry, or I was already tipsy, or I was just happy, but it was that good. Overall, I would highly recommend. There is also a bar downstairs, but didn’t have enough time to check it out. So that will have to be another “next time.”

Seattle’s cream cheese dog

Cupcake Royale

Mini chocolate/salted caramel cupcake

Chill + vibrant deco inside

As full as I was from the dinner, I still wanted something sweet to close the deal. So we started walking over to Cupcake Royale, mainly because that was the only sweets shop we saw in the vicinity. On the way, I saw a hot dog sign where it said cream cheese hot dogs. M told me that Seattlers take their hot dogs with cream cheese, which I thought was a bit confusing because I would think of Philly instantly with anything cream cheese. I would have tried it had I not been ridiculously full. Actually I’m sure I can try making at home.

Anyhoo, Cupcake Royale was chill and vibrant inside. I’m not even a big cupcake fan, so I just kind of walked in with no expectation, only with one mission that I will get myself some sweets. I ordered a small latte with a mini chocolate/salted caramel cupcake. And 10 seconds. That’s all it took me to finish that delicious little cake. The cake was very moist, and the ganache, just right. It wasn’t too sweet, too rich, nor too dry, but just scrumptious enough to give you that satisfaction. In fact, it was so good that I picked up another one so I can have it in the early AM when I land in JFK for breakfast. The nice lady at the counter also gave me a sticker for free that reads “Legalize Frostitution” in hot pink. Sharing is Caring indeed.

The famous Space Needle

After walking around a bit to digest all the food, we hopped on a car to get to the airport. And M insisted that he won’t let me go without taking a good picture of the famous Space Needle. So we stopped by quickly to get a full shot of it. I guess you would have to take a picture of either Empire state, Statue of Liberty, or Chrysler if you were in NY. I would’ve regretted like there is no tomorrow if I didn’t take this picture, so thank you M. In fact, it was a perfect wrap to the short but sweet Seattle weekend trip.

I will remember the city fondly, and will be sure to come back soon.

This wednesday in NYC, it rained quite a bit. Actually, earlier in the day, it wasn’t so rainy. Then towards noon, it started pouring down. And for some stupid reason, I thought it would be a great idea to walk around and get some shopping done. And you bet I was a royal mess by the end of the trail – highlight was getting soaked in a dirty puddle water thanks to the nonchalant driving-by cab. With the shopping bags in both hands, I just had to be standing by the biggest water puddle there was. Oh how everything goes wrong when you put down first the wrong foot.

So anyways, when I got home, I was wet and cold, and had a craving for something warm and comforting. Then I remembered that the french butter cookies I made last weekend at my sister’s place came out super buttery and comforting. These french butter cookies, namely Sablé, are good in a plain way. On the same line of thought, I decided to make some good old madeleines as well. Like Proust said, it’s one of those plain but good treats that take you places across time.

In french, sable means sand. So sablé means “sand-like.” The name comes from its crumbly sand-like texture. And since butter will be a main flavoring agent, it’s important to get good quality butter. If you follow my blog, you would know how much I love good quality butter (I think that’s what makes the world a better place). Also, the yolks that are separated from fresh eggs. Making these cookies are quite easy. All you need is 5 egg yolks, 250g butter, 500g flour, 20g baking powder, 200g sugar, and one vanilla bean (you can use vanilla paste as well or omit it all together). Sift the dry ingredients together, and in a separate bowl, combine egg yolks and the sugar. Scraped vanilla bean can go into the egg yolk mixture. Then mix in softened room-temp butter to the dry ingredients and combine well to form a ball without working too hard. To that, add in the egg yolk mixture. And that’s it. Could it have been any easier??

Now, this is what I do next. I put the dough ball on a parchment, top it off with another parchment. Then roll it out with an empty wine bottle I use as a roller (if you have a real dough roller, even better!!). Because the dough is still soft, it rolls out easier and faster. Then I put it on a tray and pop it in the fridge for half hour or so. That way it’s much cleaner and easier to cut out into circles (or whichever shape you like). Once you have the cut out cookies on a tray, brush the top with egg wash (just one egg beaten will do). Off it goes in the oven at 335F until the cookies are golden and caramelized.

Madeleines

Ever since I bought the madeleine mold pan, I’ve been making them more often than not, just because I feel like I need to get the most out of my investment. Well of course, that’s not the only reason why I make them. I also make them because they’re ridiculously easy to make, and they have this comforting effect on me in an organic way when I bite into them. There are a lot of so called madeleines out there in stores, but I’ve seen many un-authentic ones. They should have a distinct half dome shaped belly in the middle like this, and taste moist and light. I wish I could learn how to make them the real authentic way from a french grandma if I had one. Maybe I will ask my french friends if they ever got their grandma’s recipes.

For now, I use 2 eggs, 80g of flour, 1/2 tsp of baking powder, 80g sugar, 1 TBSP of honey, 80g salted butter, and any flavorings like vanilla extract(I like to use orange oil or lemon oil). First off, whip eggs and sugar along with the flavoring of choice until they double in volume and become pale yellow and creamy. It’s important to whip the eggs well, because if it’s not whipped well, the madeleine will be too dense and not airy. You want to make sure your cake later will be soft and fluffy to the bite, not dense and hard. Once you have the well whipped egg mixture, slowly incorporate sifted dry ingredients and carefully mix in. Mixing it too hard will deflate the air, so mix in just enough that there is no clump. Then, add in the melted butter little by little, and fold the batter to mix. The batter must rest in the fridge for at least an hour before being baked. When you are ready to bake, set the oven at 400F, and butter and flour the mold so they won’t stick. Take out the batter, mix/fluff it through with a spoon, and fill about 2/3 of each shell cavity. Bake at 400F for 5 mins, then turn down the heat to 350F and bake for another 5 mins. Really simple.

Cheap and chic gift ideas, get creative!

Since if I ate everything I made by myself, I would be a hippo by now, I like to share them with friends. It always makes me happy to see them happy. But realistically speaking, if I had to buy the containers all the time, it would get quite expensive. So I get creative. I use empty blueberry containers or salad containers. It’s also just a fun way to share. I like to put little name stickers for each friends too, that way it feels more personal.

But this time around, it was a treat for myself for being soaked in the dirty puddle water. So I ate a lot of them. Eating fresh out of the oven madeleines is like falling into a plush down comforter. I did start to feel better after about 3 of them. Then, I ended up having 5 of the Sablé cookies for breakfast the next morning with a cup of coffee. The cookies tasted better the day after. Soul-nourishing. Was definitely a good treat for myself. Though I must apologize to my waist line for eating so much…

Ever since I bought the tart pan, I’ve been itching to make tarts. Nowadays at Jean-Georges, we make many different things apple for the Apple tasting, so I thought I’ll give it a shot at making a simple apple tart. In any case, I needed something to do to distract me from the crazy NYC weather that just keeps getting colder and colder. The cool thing about this tart is that even though it’s very easy to make, the end result is not only tasty but fancy looking, enough to charm anyone’s socks off. For that matter, I prefer the apple tart over the big apple pie that America is more accustomed to. It’s really a good way to please all senses of the fall and lift up any grey moods.

Pie shell – Pâte brisée sucrée

Tart filled with the compote and zested

Ready to go into the oven!

Simply put, the apple tart is 1) pie shell, 2) apple compote filling, and 3) shaven apple pieces on top. First, I started out by working on the compote filling. I used the green crispin apples, but you can use any other types of apple that are firm enough for cooking – mushy apples such as Mcintosh don’t work. I cored and cubed 4 medium to large apples, and cooked it down with 1/4 cup of sugar and 2 TBSP of water. Once they cook down completely, take it off the heat and cool. Add juice of half lemon to the cooled down compote to bring out the bright apple flavor. I added a tiny bit of orange extract here as well. I find that a bit of orange extract in anything makes people go “What is that?”

For the pie shell, I used the same dough recipe I used for the tarte au flan. 250g flour, 125g butter, 25g sugar, 5g salt, and one egg. I really like this recipe – the pie crust comes out very tasty and flaky every time. I also used french butter to make it, and I think that’s one of the reasons why it tastes so good. It’s just enough butteriness to savor the flavor, but minus the unwanted grease. I usually use Lescure butter, but I couldn’t find it at the store so I used Celles sur belle. French butter tend to produce flakier and crispier crusts due to its higher butter fat than its American cousins. Also the quality of the dairy cream they use over in France makes a big difference in the flavor. Once the pie shell is blind baked at 370F for 10 mins, let it cool.

Then it’s the final stretch. First, make sure the oven is on at 400F. Then on the cooled pie shell, pour in the compote filling, zest one lemon on top. Finally, make thin slices of apple that will go on top of the tart. When making them, I had a bowl of ice water with lemon juice in it ready, so the cut apples don’t oxidize while I prepare them. I used about 2 medium apples, probably because I sliced them thinly. 2-3 should be good for one tart. Core the apple, cut it into quarters, and peel. Then thinly slice the quarters. Easy as pie. Fan them out on the compote filling, then brush melted butter on top of the apples and Voila ! Ready to go into the oven.

Good for all dessert, really.

Depending on the oven, it takes about 35-40 mins. when the apple slices are golden on top, the tart is done. Even I was amazed at how good the tart looked when it came out of the oven. The apple slices make it so much prettier than the good ole’ apple pie we eat. And it’s actually easier to make too. This would be the perfect gift to bring to a Thanksgiving lunch/dinner if you get invited to. It’s simple, pretty, delicious, and it just looks impressive. I guarantee this will wow your host and their guests. No one will know how easy it was to make. ;)

Piece of pie, I mean tart

I gave some to a few friends, and I can tell you that they were very happy. My friend J told me that it’s the hottest piece of pie he’s ever had. And you know, I’ll take that. If it made him happy, it makes me happy. In fact, I think I’m going to bring the tart pan to my sister’s place in Boston this weekend, and make some more for her. I can only imagine how happy she will be, AND how happier she will be if I gave her a piece with a scoop of really good vanilla ice cream. So there it is, I’ll surprise her this weekend with this tart. Everybody Shhhhhhhh Keep it downlow please!

It’s been another while. I’ve been busy between my internship at the kitchen and falling in love with the city again. I’ve been going to a lot of concerts, and galleries – I went to see Phoenix at the MSG (Madison Square Garden), and it was awesome. Exploring the city is making me slowly fall in love with it again. On the work front, after almost two months of internship at the pastry kitchen, I can now say that I am getting a little more comfortable in it. In the first month, I lost like 10 lbs for just working there, without any special work out or diet plans. Depending on the workload, we can be there anywhere from 11 hours to 15 hours, working on our feet, moving around with heavy pots, and whisking like a mad (wo)man if recipe calls for it. We get about half hour break for the family dinner at the cafeteria around 6. The work was not only mentally demanding, but physically demanding. But the amazing adaptive beings we are, I got used to the life of a patissiere, as if I have been a chef  for a while. In the end though, no matter how demanding the work may be, it gives me pleasure knowing that I do it because of the love and passion I have for the industry.

Since I know I haven’t made anything at home (and have been slacking), I decided to utilize my off days to bake something at home, something easy and comforting. I don’t know why, but I started thinking about the piece of flan tart I had at Poîlane bakery in Paris. My friend Emmanuel bought me a piece when we met in Paris, and it ended up changing my life. I rarely crave for certain specific food, but I get the craziest cravings for this flan tart. I guess I will only get it the next time I’m in Paris. But since I was thinking about it, I wanted to at least give it a shot at making it.

I used the recipe for pâte sucrée for the pie shell. 250g flour, 125g butter, 25g sugar, 5g salt, and one egg. I know, why is it in grams? It’s because I used the European recipe. I recently bought a scale measuring cup made by Taylor, who makes those candy thermometers that we have all seen. It’s easy to use, and accurate enough for a home use. Put all the dry ingredient in a working bowl (preferably a metal bowl, so the temperature stays low), and cut in the cubed butter into the dry. It’s easier if the butter is not too cold and hard, but also not too warm and melty. Once it’s moderately combined, add an egg and work with hands just until they come together as a ball. Wrap it and put it in the fridge for 30 mins. Then roll the chilled dough between two sheets of parchment paper. That way not only your roller doesn’t get buttery, but it’s easier to transfer it to the pie pan as well. Once you have a thin sheet rolled out, place it on top of the pie pan GENTLY, and make sure the dough comfortably sticks to the surface of the pan. Poke the bottom with a fork, and blind bake it at 370F for about 10 mins, just until they sightly baked. If you bake until really golden, it would look more burnt when the pie is finished at last.

Once the shell is ready, work on the custard. I love the combination of milk and cardamom, so I decided to use it here. I took 500mL of whole milk and infused with one vanilla bean (split and scraped), and 5 crushed green cardamom, over a medium heat. While the milk is being infused, beat 2 eggs in a working bowl with 100g of sugar. Once it’s pale yellow and fluffy, add in 50g of flour. Then add in the warm infused milk into the batter. Remember to filter through the sieve to make sure no cardamom or vanilla bean go into the batter. Once you have everything incorporated, whisk to make sure it’s a uniformly thickened. Pour in the batter into the pre-baked shell, and baked at 370F for about 30-45 mins. Mine needed 45 mins, but it depends on the oven obviously.

The result wasn’t the flan I had from Poîlane, but it was completely light and comforting flavor success. It wasn’t too eggy, it was delicately perfumed with vanilla and cardamom, and the best part was the pie shell. It was so flaky, and just a tad buttery. I used the French butter, and I guess that worked wonders. I offered it to my family friend who is 80 yrs old, and she told me it was 100 out of 100. Old people don’t like overly sweet desserts, so it is a good thing that I passed the old family friend test. Phew.

I wish I took a picture of the pieces, but they were gone way too fast, even before I had a chance to pull out my camera. I guess there is always the next time!

Fondant au chocolat with a hint of orange

Moving on to the other side of the comfort spectrum, I wanted to make these rich and chocolatey  fondant au chocolat pieces. I found my mini cupcake pan in the box that I left at my friend’s place, so I thought I would put it to use. Making this rich but comforting dessert is very easy in fact. Since chocolate is the main ingredient, it’s important to choose good quality chocolate. We use Valrhona at work, but I couldn’t find it, so I used Scharffen Berger instead. Since I didn’t find dark enough chocolate, I mixed the 62% and the 82%. Anyways, I went ahead with the process by melting 125g of butter on a low heat, and melting 200g of chocolate on a double boiler. Once the butter melts, add a few drops of orange oil or orange extract, then mix in 125g of sugar. Those few drops of orange are going to brighten the heaviness of the dark chocolate – it’s the secret weapon. Then add the melted chocolate, and emulsify well. Next, add in the eggs, one by one, until they’re well incorporated. Lastly, fold in 40g of flour and a pinch of sea salt, et voilà! Cake batter ready for some oven action. Fill a spoonful into each cupcake mold and place it in the oven at 450F for about 4-5 mins. Once they’re out, make sure to cool them at least for 4 hrs. You can taste it when it’s warm too though – it’s gooey and warm, and just plain satisfying.

Pretty in the vintage shell dish

I placed the cooled cake pieces on the vintage Lenox shell dish I found at a thrift store, and garnished with some chocolate dust and one pretty raspberry. The cake was moist, rich, and interesting with the back note of orange. My friend who tried the dessert told me right away – “There is something in here besides the chocolate, Hmm, I’m not completely sure what it is but I like it.” Well, mission accomplished.

For me though, the best part of making these comfort desserts was sharing with my friends and seeing them being happy. And I can tell you, especially the rich chocolate cake pops will instantly comfort any dessert loving friend of yours. The flan tart is for friends who like a treat that is not too heavy or sugary. Different kind of comfort, but all happiness in the end. So why the hell not try them in your kitchen? ;)

So… while I was in Korea, I changed my mind to attend the Culinary Institute of America, instead of Le Cordon Bleu in Paris. There were many reasons why, but mainly it’s because CIA had a more extensive program which I believed will benefit me in the long run. That brought me back to the city much faster than I had anticipated at the beginning of this summer. I can’t deny the fact that I am glad to be back in the city though. I guess you can take the girl out of the city, but never take the city out of the girl.

In order to be fully accepted to the CIA, one has to have at least 6 months of working in a commercial kitchen, which I think is a brilliant idea. 6 months will be enough to screen the serious ones and the not’s. So when I got back to the city, I started an internship at the famed Jean-Georges pastry kitchen under the executive pastry chef, Johnny Iuzzini. It’s been a month already, so I have 5 months left until I head up to Hyde Park to attend classes. It’s been physically and mentally demanding, interesting, fascinating, fun, amazing, all at the same time. Being in the kitchen makes the time go by so fast – that must mean that I’m doing something right.

Mixed nut brittle

Rocher Noir – chocolate covered corn flake bits

Strawberry tuxedos

So this weekend, I made some candies at home for fun. I made the mixed nut brittle (for the first time!), rocher noir which is just corn flake bits dipped in chocolate, and some strawberry tuxedos. I tried making the nut brittle for D, rocher noir for myself, and the strawberry tuxedos just to practice (I learned how to make these at the kitchen). They’re all ridiculously easy to make.

Mixed nut brittle requires roasted nuts (hazelnut, pecan, walnut, cashews, but you can add any kind you like), sugar, butter, baking soda, water, good quality sea salt, and a candy thermometer. All you have to do is to boil everything together except for the roasted nuts, baking soda and the salt, and reach 300F, which is a hard candy stage in cooking sugar. Once the syrup is caramelized and has reached the temperature, quickly mix in the baking soda and nuts, and pour onto the non stick parchment lined tray. It will be ready to break into pieces in about 30-40 mins when the tray cools down.

As far as the rocher noir and the strawberry tuxedos go, it’s all about tempering chocolate the right way. One of the ways to temper chocolate is by the “seeding” method. Chop the chocolate blocks or bars (not the chips, they’re made to retain their shape even at the high temperatures), and put about 2/3 in a glass bowl set up on a double boiler. When the chocolate is melted into a smooth goo, take it off the heat, and place the remaining chopped chocolate. The residual heat will melt the chunks. Once everything melts into a smooth paste, check the temperature to make sure it’s about 69F. It should be slightly warmer than the bottom lip. Once you have the tempered chocolate, pour into the corn flake bits and until it’s uniformly covered in chocolate. Then quickly scoop out little balls with a spoon onto a parchment. For the strawberries, dip them in the chocolate, and let it rest on the parchment lined tray. If the chocolate is tempered right, the chocolate should harden and show a good gloss on the surface.

I shared some of these with my friends – and seeing them being so happy is just priceless. That’s the moment when I know I’m doing the right thing, because nothing makes me happier than to see that my creations have made someone happy. Especially if they’re close friends who I care about. So I promise here that I will stop slacking and share the goodness with everyone. I hope you will forgive me for slacking this past 2 months.

Have a great long weekend, and I’ll have more kitchen stories next time. Pinky promise.

The next day, I woke up at the crack of dawn due to the jet-lag. I came out to the outdoor patio and took some pictures. The scenery in the early morning was truly stunning. It was calm, open, and out of touch from the toxic world. Looking at the reflection of the frangipani tree on the calm waters of the pool was a therapy in itself. I soaked up the clean and calm feelings as much as I could. Like a dry sponge soaking up water.

The foyer

View from the outdoor patio early in the morning

Reflection on the pool

I’ll give you a short tour on our Villa. Once you enter the front gate of the villa, there is a foyer/mini garden that leads to the outdoor area, where there is a table, sun deck + sun chairs, and a mini pool. Then once you enter the door to the inside, a half is bedroom, and another half is bathroom. The bedroom is furnished with the clean white linen sheets, daily changing fresh fruits to munch, and the Bang & Olufsen TV and sound system along with their DVD collection (DVDs are not in the room, but you can take out 5 at a time at no charge). The bathroom is as big as any studio apartment in NYC. It has a large shower area, then a huge Kohler tub, and the outdoor shower area as well. In addition, all the complimentary toiletries are from the Bvlgari’s own Eau parfumée au thé vert (Green tea scented water) collection. I tried taking an early morning bath with the water steeped with tea bath salt – it was heavenly with the delicate smell of dried ginger, tea leaves, and dried flowers. To be honest, I think I was just overwhelmed by the sheer luxury of the place. I mean, I’ve been to nice places before, but this resort was on another level. So if I sound like I’m like a little kid at F.A.O., bear with me for a bit – I’m just simply overwhelmed myself.

Courtyard to the restaurant

Bvlgari has two restaurants: Il ristorante and Sankar. Il ristorante is an Italian cuisine, and Sankar is a traditional Balinese cuisine. Since the breakfast is served at Sankar for all guests, we called our butler for a buggy ride to Sankar. All the butlers there are super friendly and super polite. They have this friendly way of ending any sentence with ‘ya?’ For instance, when you get off a buggy to go to the breakfast, they will say “Have a nice day, ya?” or as they drop you off at the beach, they will ask “You are going to the beach, ya?” It’s not only the facilities but the people and their hospitality that really complete the experience at the Bali Bvlgari.

Breakfast pastry basket

All kinds of fresh tropical juices

Freshly brewed coffee with milk

When we got to the breakfast, the staff welcomed us and seated us in the corner outside where all we could see was the ocean. As we sat down, we were given a menu. The breakfast consists of two: the cold item and the hot item. Aside from the unlimited beverages and the breakfast pastries, you can have one of each from both hot and cold items. I got coffee with milk and yogurt to begin with. And after being informed that I can order as many freshly prepared juices as I want, I also ordered a glass of guava juice. The coffee was great. It was deep with medium body, but not bitter nor acidic. Just the way I like it. Oh, but the fresh juices were something else. I ended up having guava, mango, papaya (my favorite!!!!!), and passion fruit. I mean, I could eat them time after time. They were deliciously fantastic.

Passion fruit

Snake fruit

Snake fruit -bitten

Speaking of the local fruits, they had the usual suspects – papaya, mango, watermelon, passion fruit, etc. I didn’t even know what passion fruit really looked like until I had one in Bali. It looks like a dinosaur egg on the outside, but inside is the yummy sweet and sour jumble of encapsulated seeds. The seeds add a crunch to the jelly like texture. Unlike the passion fruit which I’ve heard of many times, there was a piece of fruit in mystery that I didn’t recognize, so called a snake fruit. Snake fruit is called Salak in the local language, but due to its scaly peel that resembles the snake skin, it got its nickname ‘snake fruit.’ It’s an indigenous Balinese fruit. It looks like a big clove of garlic on the outside, but tastes like a hard crunchy apple with a slight bit of nuttiness + acidity, and it has a big seed kernel inside. At first, I didn’t like the taste of it as much, but the more I ate it, the more I grew to like it. It’s rich in fiber and vitamins. If I had the same selection of the tropical fruits available to me, I would eat them all day and everyday. Oh how I love thee.

Bubur Ayam (Rice porridge with chicken)

Balinese cuisine is influenced by Indian/Pan Asian cuisine (like thai). At the first breakfast, I had Bubur Ayam. ‘Bubur’ is rice porridge, and ‘ayam’ is chicken. Rice porridge with chicken. It was accompanied by curry chicken, vegetable chips, and a sweet and spicy soy sauce that locals call as ketchup (in reality, it sounds a lot more like “keh-chiahp”). The soy sauce itself is quite sweet, but the tiny bird chilies they put in have some serious, serious kick to them. The otherwise bland porridge tasted actually tasty with the sauce.

Mie goreng (Fried noodles)

Sambal sauce

On the second day, I had mie goreng. ‘Mie’ is noodles and ‘goreng’ means fried. Chinese-like simple pan fried noodles. Unlike my initial expectation, the dish was not greasy at all. It was pan fried with spinach-like local greens, eggs, seafood, and chicken. It is such a hearty breakfast. I had it with the sambal sauce which added the right amount of kick to it. Sambal sauce is used a lot in Indonesia, Malaysia, Sri Lanka, and the countries alike in place of fresh chili peppers. It’s spicy but not overly spicy like those tiny bird chilies in the “ketchup.” Going back to the dish itself, I thought to myself how wonderful of a take-out it would make. It’s such a hearty, light, but filling and comforting food. Perfect for a lazy solo night in. I ended up licking the plate clean. It was that good.

Nasi goreng merah (Fried red rice)

For the third morning, I had nasi goreng merah which means fried red rice. ‘Nasi’ being rice, ‘goreng’ fried, and ‘merah’ red. It reminds me of the Korean bibimbop, or even Korean fried rice because of the perfectly cooked sunny side up placed on top of the rice. Now that I think of it, the Indonesian cuisine is also quite similar to east Asian cuisine, like Chinese or Korean. Fried rice was flavorful and light, just like the fried noodles. Purely speaking of a personal preference, I liked the fried noodles better. What got me was how light they tasted even though they’re fried.

Soto udang pesmol (Shrimp pesmol soup)

After eating so many yummy dishes at Sangkar, I started wondering how they’re made and who is behind it. Luckily, I was able to visit their kitchen where all the magic happens. It was a very last minute request, but the staff kindly prepared a quick mini demo class for us. The award-winning chef Wayan Wicaya, who holds an executive sous chef title and is a firstborn of the family, showed us how to make a light sweet and sour Javanese soup made with prawns and coconut milk called “soto udang pesmol.” ‘Soto’ means soup, ‘udang’ shrimp, and ‘pesmol’ a kind of seasoning.

Before I get into the recipes, I want to point out an interesting fact on naming in Bali. I learned this through Elizabeth Gilbert’s famed book “Eat, pray, love,” but it’s really true. Traditionally, parents name their kids between four names – Wayan (or Putu), Made, Nyoman, or Ketut. It means, first born, second born, third born, and fourth born in that order. In most cases, the Balinese first names will fall within these four, but of course there is an exception. So I asked myself what if there are more children than just four in the family? One of the butlers actually told me that in such cases, it goes back to the starting point. But instead of just naming the child Wayan, he or she will often be called Wayan Balik which means the first born again. Well, long story short, this is how I recognized right away that the chef Wicaya was a firstborn. Such a fascinating custom.

Ingredients for the soup

Going back to the recipes, there are two parts to the soup – the broth and the prawns. Both of them are based on the pesmol seasoning, which needs chili peppers, shallots, lime leaves, salam leaves, lemongrass, garlic, ginger, galangal, turmeric, and candlenuts. Prawns are peeled and skewered with the lemongrass stick, so it’s ready to be marinated.

Chopped finely

Saute-ing

Bumbu pesmol

All the ingredients need to be finely chopped. You need to saute shallots and garlic first, then put in the rest of the chopped up spices in vegetable oil, or olive oil. Then stir it until all the ingredients become soft. Pour in some chicken stock and let them simmer for 10 minutes. Once the liquid reduces down, pour the hot mixture into the blender and blend. Return the paste and saute it until it becomes a thick paste, which will now be called bumbu pesmol.

Marinated prawns

Prawns being grilled

Once the bumbu pesmol is prepared, take the skwered prawns and marinate it with the paste. Then return the rest of the paste to the soup pan, add some chicken stock, then bring it to a boil. After 10 minutes, reduce the heat, add coconut milk and simmer until it achieves the right consistency. Once the broth is done, take the marinated prawns and grill them just until they’re cooked through (but not too long so it doesn’t become too chewy).

Soup is almost ready

To assemble the soup, put in chopped haricot vert, bean sprouts, diced tomato, and corn kernels into a clean bowl. Place the grilled prawns, and pour in the broth over it. Once you garnish the top with julienned chili pepper, lime leaves, and fried shallot, the soup is done and ready. Unlike some Indian dishes that are prepared from a mixture of dried powdered spices,the soto udang pesmol is made with the fresh local spices. No wonder why it’s a simple yet plain satisfying. It’s creamy, light, spicy, and sweet, all in one bite. I finished the soup to the last drop, standing in one corner of the kitchen. It was truly an amazing experience for me where I got to see the magic happen before my eyes. I loved my mini demo class, and couldn’t thank enough the friendly and kind chef Wicaya.

Kudeta in Kuta celebrating 10 yrs

The hip dining room

That night, my sister and I took the blue bird taxi (blue bird taxi is your best bet amongst the many cabs in Bali) to get to Seminyak. Seminyak is a hip area in Kutu where many Aussie surfers hang out. There are many hip boutiques, stores, restaurants, and clubs, etc. Kudeta is been a solid establishment in Bali for 10 years now – it’s a total hot spot where you can have very decent food (albeit the small food portion and $$$$) to a club/lounge music and a great ambiance with the ocean front. It felt like I was dining in the meatpacking district in NYC, only with the palm trees and the ocean around it. The food we had was very good, but we were done with everything fairly quickly – we were starving at that point, and the portions weren’t so big. After we were done, I tried to catch a cab back to the hotel. But I almost got into a fight. As it turns out, at Kudeta, they offer a car service that goes by the fixed rate, which is about twice more what it’ll be going by the metered rate. The guys over there were trying to hustle us and negotiate with us, but I walked out of the place calmly and hailed a metered cab. I ended up paying a little less than the half of what I would have paid if I took the fixed rate taxi from Kudeta. I felt proud of myself for knowing what to expect, and knowing how to go about it. I guess they don’t say that knowledge is power for nothing.

Well, even though I wrote a lot on Bali, I still have some more interesting things to write in the next entry, “Welcome to Bali part III.” So don’t go anywhere and come back soon!

Last week, my sister and I headed to Bali for some much deserved R&R. Since she lives in Boston, and I live in New York (well, I shall say I used to live), we never got to spend any quality time together. So we thought, why not go on a mini vacation together when we can? And if so, because of our hectic daily lives, we wanted to go somewhere relaxing, somewhere warm. Then the genius whiz my mom is, she suggested that we travel to Bali, Indonesia. She also suggested staying at the BVLGARI resort there, since she heard many good things about it. Apparently the resort is well-known to Korean people because a famous Korean celebrity couple (a Korean version of Brangelina) stayed there recently for their honeymoon. Well, to make long story short, we packed our bags and got on the direct flight from Seoul/Incheon to Denpasar, Bali via Garuda Indonesia. It was long 6.5 hrs.

Visa on arrival at Ngurah Rai (Denpasar) International airport

In Bali, there were many Japanese, Korean, Chinese, and Australian tourists. It’s unsurprising considering the distance – all of those countries are somewhat close to Bali. But regardless of where you come from, so long as you are a foreigner, you have to get a visa on arrival at the airport. That means having to pay $25/person, and to wait in an un-airconditioned room for roughly an hour. Once you get a visa, only 30 days are allowed for stay in Indonesia, no longer. Though in Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat Pray Love,” she talks about how she illegally extended her stay with a few hundred bucks handed off to an immigration officer (I haven’t experienced it personally so I wouldn’t recommend it!). Anyways, after we passed through the immigration process, we passed a line-up of money exchange agencies on our way out. I was turned off by their hustling so I didn’t exchange any of my money, but in retrospect it would have been a great idea to exchange U.S. dollars to the local Rupiah. In the city, you can exchange 1 dollar to 9,000 rupiah, but at the hotels or restaurants, the exchange rate is around 8500 rupiah per dollar. Since everywhere is priced in rupiah, you have a disadvantage paying with U.S. dollars. A good lesson learned for me, I’ll know what to do next time.

On the road

In Bali, there are many scooters. Most people ride them as they’re more affordable and faster to get around. In some cases, a whole family of four will travel on one scooter. I’ve even seen a woman carry eggs on an open tray as she rode her scooter. Because there are so many of them, all the street side groceries (bodegas, as we call them in NYC) sell benzene oil for the riders. In other words, bodegas can also be a gas station for the locals. They use a big Absolut vodka bottle (or a clear bottle that looks about the same) to store the oil, and stack them on the wooden shelves by the roadside. It looks like bottled tea water or something refreshing to drink, but it’s really not. So my advice would be don’t try drinking it. :)

Conrad resort

The first night, we stayed at the Conrad hotel (since we had a schedule conflict with the BVLGARI, we had to stay one extra night here). When we arrived at the lobby for check-in, we were given a small welcome drink, and a cold wet towel as a refreshment. It’s almost customary to welcome a guest this way at any given luxury hotels in Bali. The drink was sparkly, citrusy, and refreshing, and the cold wet towel was delicately perfumed with lime and coconut. It instantly reminded me that I am indeed in the paradise of the great nature.

Being hungry and tired, we headed to the restaurant to get some dinner before going to bed. Contrary to what I thought, everything was priced in Rupiah, not U.S. dollars. It is usually priced in thousands of Rupiah, meaning if something costs 200,000 Rupiah, it will be written as 200. It is equivalent to 23-25 dollars. Since I was not used to the conversion, I just ate thinking it won’t cost too much. I had to learn it the hard way when I got a bill equivalent to 70 dollars to my room the next morning at the check-out. I swear all I had was one small bottle of sparkling water, one salad, and one pasta. Unlike what I had imagined, the prices at the hotels and resorts were in fact not cheap at all. AT all.

Balinese funeral ceremony for cremation

The next day, my sister and I headed to the Ayung river for white water rafting. I’ve never gone on a rafting, so I thought I’d give it a shot here in Bali. We drove for about 2 hrs and a half into the island to the rafting house. On our way to the rafting house, we saw a funeral ceremony. Our driver told us that in Bali, rich people usually get cremated at death, and the rest of the public gets buried since cremation costs more. Also, the richer you are, the more elaborate the funeral ceremony is at any given day. As it is in numerous developing countries, there is a big gap between the social classes in Bali unsurprisingly.

The Ayung river

Balinese jungle

Balinese jungle

Once we got to the rafting house, we were given a life vest, a helmet, and a paddle. We walked down many, many stairs with our boat guide to get to the rafting boat dock. All my belongings were put into a plastic bag, then again put into the thick water-proof messenger bag our boat guide kept. I was excited but a little scared too.

Since it was my first time, I really didn’t know what to expect. Will it get rough and aggressive? Or is it a nice boat ride? Luckily, the water wasn’t too aggressive, but that is not to say that I didn’t get soaked in water. Since it was only me, my sister, and the boat guide on our rafting boat, I had to paddle like there was no tomorrow. In retrospect, I wonder it would have been better if we joined another group. I can confidently tell you that paddling is some work. Especially when you have to do it for hours without stopping.

Rock carvings in the middle of Ayung river

Beautifully carved rock

Beautifully mossed rock carving

Amazingly in harmony with the nature

In the middle of the river, there was a long stretch of beautifully carved rock wall. It is indeed based on the traditional Balinese religion,  hinduism, and it was originally carved there to ward off all evil spirits. Speaking of the traditional religion, Bali is the only island where people follow hinduism, unlike the rest of the Indonesia who are very muslim. But it is also not exactly like the Indian hinduism, even though that’s where it comes from. Instead of having many idols/gods like in India, the Balinese believe in one god called “widi” which means “the one” naturally. In fact, there are many more differences that I didn’t get to learn of.

In my opinion, the most impressive aspect of the carved rock wall was its perfect harmony with the jungle that surrounds it. It fits right in as if the jungle was formed that way. The carved wall was partially mossed in a very natural and chic way, and it was just plainly beautiful in the middle of a well-stretched jungle. I wish I could have studied it in further details, but I had to paddle away on schedule.

Beverage stand

Coconuts

On the middle of our route, we stopped for some refreshments at the small wooden stand on the side of the river. There were already a group of people (East Europeans, I suspect) who were taking a break. I wanted to drink coconut water, so I decided to share one with my sister at the cost of $3. Again, because I didn’t have the Indonesian Rupiah, I had to pay more in U.S. dollars. (In case you haven’t already noticed, I just can’t seem to stress it enough). The coconut water was indeed cool and thirst-quenching, but I can say that I’ve had better. It wasn’t nutty and sweet the way I like it. But it was big, and thirst-quenching, so I had no complaints drinking it. Also, interestingly while I was drinking the coconut juice on the corner, I managed to get hit on by a local Balinese guy. He told me in his broken English that he like girls like me, who are big and has white skin. I’m not sure what that exactly meant, but I decided to take it as a compliment. I’m telling you, certain Balinese guys are quite hustlers like the ones in NYC. I am pretty confident that they will fit right in, in that aspect, if they ever had to move to NYC. (Ha ha).

Actually, I remember hearing from someone else last time I visited Indonesia that Indonesian guys love girls who have light skin. Apparently, they’re worth a lot more cows than the one who have darker skin (Indonesian men have to gift cows to the parents of the girl he wants to marry as a dowry). I suppose it is the way it is based the theory of rarity. It is always something that’s rare that everyone wants even more of it.

Jimbaran beach

After being soaked in water for hours, we headed to one of the many spas in Bali for a well-deserved relaxation. We had a head-to-toe massage that undid all the paddling work we did earlier. It felt really relaxing – I was trying really hard not to doze off to sleep. I didn’t want to start snoring and make my Balinese masseuse laugh. I mean, I don’t snore normally, but I was once told that I do sometimes especially when I’m tired. So I didn’t want to take a chance. Luckily, I succeeded in not falling asleep while getting a delicious massage.

Then afterwards, we headed to the Jimbaran beach for some seafood barbecue before heading to Uluwatu where BVLGARI resort is located. We sat across from the ocean in the dusk, with a big basket of barbecued seafood. It was breezy, beautiful, and calming. Though I didn’t like the food at all, I managed to eat some rice and cooked vegetables. For some reason, I just didn’t like the barbecued seafood. I don’t think I would recommend it to friends, unless another restaurant could have done it much better.

The bathroom in our villa

After our quick disappointing dinner, we headed to check in at the BVLGARI, the real highlight of the trip to Bali. When we got to the gate, there was double security to make sure they don’t let in any terrorists or drug dealers into the resort. It was dark into the night, and all we could hear were the leaves dancing in the wind, and the night waves crashing into an ocean’s lullaby.

As we did at Conrad, we were given a cold, perfumed-wet towel and a refreshing welcome drink while we wait for our buggy ride. Since the resort is big, and all units are personal villas, a butler needs to accompany the guests wherever they may wish to go at any given point. I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of “butlers” at first, but I soon dropped all my questions in the beauty of the resort, and the hospitality of the Balinese there. The place was… how could I say… breathtaking.

After a check-in at our villa, our butler showed us around. The villa was a perfect combination of the traditional Balinese architecture, and the super modern and chic European architecture. It was a place where everything was built to the sheer perfection. I could see why there were so many newly weds in the resort. It was a piece of heaven on earth.

Well, more details are to follow in the next entry, “Welcome to Bali II,” since it’s late into my bed time. But stay tuned for more fun stories at the B. I will be right back!

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