Little Rangoon

Oil, lemon, onion, chili, and salt are the simple ingredients that make this Burmese salad

Recently we have been frequenting a Burmese restaurant in Scottsdale called Little Rangoon. In short order, we came to know the owners, Alfred and Elizabeth, and probably due to the fact we are eating at their place once or twice a week and on occasion with lunch thrown in, three times a week, we have become very familiar with Little Rangoon. So much so that we are now the recipients of tastings of Burmese food items that are not on the menu. A couple of weeks ago we tried pigs’ ear salad, tonight I will be trying some oxtail curry. Today for lunch though I had an excellent salad, a salad without a name which I was told was typical for the kind of food that a peasant or person of small means might eat on a regular basis. I enjoyed the sample so much that I just had to order a larger portion and asked if I could photograph the salad being made and jot down the recipe. Elizabeth graciously welcomed me into her kitchen and one of the cooks prepared a plate of all the ingredients that were in my Onion Chili Salad (see above). Is that all? While the list of ingredients is indeed small, even simple, the chemistry that occurs as these items are mixed is nothing less than extraordinary. Using about 1/2 cup of thinly sliced red onion, about 2 tbsp of crushed red chile (very spicy and hot), 1 tsp coarse salt, the juice of a wedge of lemon, and 1 to 2 tsp vegetable or canola oil, the mixture is turned over and mixed by hand. There is no need to let this sit, it is eaten right away with a side of steamed rice. The finished dish looks like this:

Onion Chili Salad from Little Rangoon Restaurant in Scottsdale, AZ

The real reason we are so in love with Little Rangoon though is not only the exotic samplings we are offered but the exquisite, complex, and flavorful foods of Burma as served up by Elizabeth and her kitchen staff. I can not choose only one favorite, I would have to be split amongst four items. First is the green tea salad followed by the ginger salad, pork belly curry, and then the falooda for dessert. The green tea salad is like nothing else I have ever had, it is sublime. Elizabeth starts with a number of ingredients imported from Burma including fermented green tea, sesame seeds, crispy garlic, crunchy yellow peas, peanuts, and smoked ground shrimp. She then adds more ingredients purchased locally including tomato, cabbage, and oil. The ginger salad is a variation on this theme with the green tea swapped for a mild fermented ginger. I have enjoyed these two dishes together for lunch or dinner – I am in love with them and feel I could easily eat them two or three times a week. The pork belly curry is quite the indulgence. Just like bluefin tuna belly (also known as Toro in sushi houses), the belly of the pig is tender and slightly fat, but the kitchen does great work trimming a lot of the fat leaving the tender and flavorful chunks of pork that are cooked with a tomato, pepper and onion curry and served on rice. Try it once and you’ll be addicted.

To top off a meal at Little Rangoon I would do backflips for the falooda. On one of our first visits, Alfred and Elizabeth shared some of their semolina cake with durian – not something they would bring out for just anyone, especially considering the smell of durian, but we loved it. However, it was the falooda that locked onto my taste buds. Falooda originates in India but is popular in the Middle East, Bangladesh, Pakistan, and of course Burma (now known as Myanmar). Sometimes it is the complexity that arises from the simple that can make a thing stand out so much further than the otherwise average ingredients would suggest and so it is with falooda. Using vanilla ice cream, milk, tapioca pearls, egg custard, thin spaghetti-like noodles made of agar jelly, and the main ingredient that brings it all together, rose syrup. They offer a small for $3 and a large for $5 – don’t be silly and order the small, go with the large or you’ll just be forced to order a second one.

Apple Cider

An apple on the tree at Brown's Orchard in Willcox, Arizona

For the first time in a few years, we have driven down to Brown’s Orchard in Willcox, Arizona to go apple picking. The previous two years the orchard was hit hard by spring frosts that resulted in such low yields that it wasn’t worthwhile to open the orchard for visitors to drop in to pick apples and pears. There may be only a few experiences where a chilly fall day can be so beautiful as today in this orchard with the sheep meandering between trees and munching on fallen apples even while their sides appear to be bulging already with a gut full of fruit. The golden sun on the grasses, dark blue skies overhead, and mountains in the background along with the sound of singing birds, buzzing bees, and the sheep baaing at one another all work in concert to create a perfect backdrop for our lazy walk through thirty-four acres of trees looking for the perfect mix of apples for our cider.

Caroline Wise pulling a wagon full of apples at Brown's Orchard in Willcox, Arizona

As the morning progresses our picking slows, probably in direct relationship to how many apples we’ve sampled but it could also be due to our unending fascination with being here and our compulsion to take more photos than we’ll ever need of the apples, the sheep, and each other. With our wagons loaded we drag the one hundred twenty pounds of apples necessary for an apple pressing out of the orchard and to the barn.

Apples being washed before being turned into cider at Brown's Orchard in Willcox, Arizona

Back at the barn, June directs us to the whats and wheres of how to proceed in turning our buckets of apples into cider. Our first step is to dump them into a deep sink for washing and removing any yucky stuff such as worms, moths, or the occasional spoiled corner. Caroline and I spend probably more than an hour picking up each individual apple for inspection and thorough washing – we are meticulous in guaranteeing our apples are free of bird droppings or any other contaminants. With the sink now full of lots and lots of apples, it’s time for the next step.

Caroline Wise tossing apples into a grinder to prepare the fruit for the press that will turn it into cider

Down the chute and with a quick buzz the apples are ground into pulp and ready to be added to the press. Transferring one-hundred-twenty pounds of apples to the grinder and filling bucket after bucket took no less than a half-hour of us getting in each other’s way. As the bucket below the grinder fills we quickly switch it with a fresh one and drop the pulp into the press that stands close by. As the press fills with pulp the cider almost immediately begins to stream out and into another waiting bucket.

With the apple press working cider begins to flow heavily at Brown's Orchard in Willcox, Arizona

After all of the pulp has been loaded into the press it is time to affix the heavy steel top and lock it down. A water hose attaches to the base of the press and when turned on begins to fill a rubber bladder inside the press. As the bladder fills, its expansion presses the apple pulp to the sides of the perforated steel drum and for a few minutes, the cider flows hard and fast requiring us to keep a quick eye on the rapidly filling bucket below the spout. Full buckets are exchanged for empty ones and the fresh cider is dumped into an even larger stainless steel container. The pressing process takes about another half hour before the one-hundred-twenty pounds of apples have been turned into nine gallons of fresh-pressed, non-pasteurized apple cider. From start to finish we amateur cider makers needed about six hours to turn fruit into juice. At home, this will be frozen and enjoyed over the coming months. No roadside, grocery, or fancy apple cider has ever tasted so good as the cider that comes from Brown’s Orchard down here in Willcox, Arizona.

Ports O’ Call

Ports O' Call Village in San Pedro, California

Like Eddie Izzard debating “Cake or Death?” so Caroline and I debated “Disneyland or Something Else?” It is Superbowl Sunday today, and supposedly, two out of three Americans are watching the game, implying Disneyland will be nearly empty, but since it is Sunday, our time in the park would have been short due to the drive back to Phoenix: Disneyland doesn’t open until 9:00, we would have to leave by 4:00, but knowing us we will stay until 8:00 or 9:00 pm, with the hour we lose on our drive east we won’t get home until 3:00 am in the morning. Cake or death?

Ports O' Call Village in San Pedro, California

How can we be so close with nothing else better to do and have to choose NOT to go to Disneyland? And so the decision was made to visit San Pedro. Like the idea of choosing cake or death, how does one come up with San Pedro as an alternative option? Easy, look at the map of L.A. and find somewhere you have not been and go there.

Ports O' Call Village in San Pedro, California

Ports O’ Call Marketplace was the first place to grab our attention upon reaching San Pedro. We arrived to find the place nearly empty, parked in front of the Crusty Crab restaurant, then meandered along the harbor before overhearing three old crusty crabs talking about “dagos” – their words, not mine.

Caroline Wise at the San Pedro Fish Market, California

We had eaten breakfast only three hours earlier, but the fish beckoned us to indulge before leaving for Phoenix. One of the fishmongers at the San Pedro Fish Market suggested we try cabrilla, so we picked one of the speckled, biggish piscine, paid for it, and hauled it across the way to have it dropped in the fryer.

San Pedro Fish Market, California

While our fish boiling away in oil, we handed a bag of shrimp to another of the women behind the counter to have it prepared with fajita veggies.

Caroline Wise at the San Pedro Fish Market, California

We sat outside in the sun to eat our prize catch, the only Anglos amongst a few hundred Hispanics. We often wonder out loud why we are the only whites as we sit down in a Cuban bakery, stop for boba tea at Ten Ren, eat at a Filipino cafe, watch a Bollywood movie at Naz8 in Artesia, or are but one of just a few when we go shopping at Marukai – the number 1 Japanese Specialty Store in the United States. With the largest culturally diverse population in America, it is hard to fathom that we two visitors from Arizona are the only other people in all of Los Angeles who are curious enough to try new things. Everyone else must be eating cake.

Along the ocean in Southern California

Seeing we are saving so much time today by not going to Disneyland, we might as well use this little luxury to see a bit of ocean before we turn inland.

Peach Donut

Peach Donut from The Donut Man in Glendora, California

Two days ago, during my 8-day stay in Santa Barbara helping my aunt and uncle deal with Woody’s broken foot, he reached to open the sliding door to let out his dog, slipped, fell, and broke his hip. After learning that he’d be in surgery the next day, the 11th, I raced back to Arizona to fetch Caroline and bring her with me to California for the weekend after our week-long break from each other. With Uncle Woody being 84 years old, I figured I might be spending more time over there, and this seemed like the best chance I’d have of seeing her for a bit. On our way back to California, we detoured into Glendora after years of hoping to visit the world-famous Donut Man.

Caroline Wise with a Peach Donut from The Donut Man in Glendora, California

Luck would have it that it’s peach season, so here’s a photo of my peachy wife holding a yummy fresh peach donut, ready to try this delectable treat.

Dosakai

Dosakai also known as Indian cucumber

At my friend Sonal’s Indo-Euro grocery store today, she had this exotic-looking veggie that one of her customers told her was used in south Indian cooking. The name is supposed to be Dosakai but I have also found it described as Dosakaya, Kani Vellarikka, and Nakka Dosakai. According to the internet, it is widely grown in South Canara and is used in Konkani cooking, while another post told that it is widely available in Kerala. Dosakai is an Indian cucumber but is said to be more apple-like with a tart taste. I have not cut mine open yet as I’m still looking for the right recipe to use for such a beautiful veggie. I am looking for where to buy seeds for this cucumber, does anyone know of a good seed supplier for South Asian vegetables?