Voted

John Wise in mask voting in Phoenix, Arizona

Not for a moment would I have ever dreamt that voting would make me as emotional as it did today, but that’s just what happened. It wasn’t who I was voting for or even that I was voting, as I’ve done that plenty of other times in my life. It’s not that I was confronted or badgered at the drive-thru ballot drop-off location. I wasn’t turned away. I hadn’t forgotten my ballot at home.

Voting in Phoenix, Arizona

When we drove up to the only polling station open for early voting here in Phoenix on a Sunday, there was a traffic jam. Arizona’s ballots just went out this week and I got mine yesterday; I’d imagine that was about the same for many people. With horns blaring and many of the cars painted with slogans letting others know they were voting today along with flags fluttering in the wind, there were no less than 50 cars waiting to drive through this parking lot to drop off their vote. People were cheering and celebrating but strangely there was not a single sign of support for Donald Trump. Our surprise overwhelmed Caroline and me.

Heard Museum in Phoenix, Arizona

Driving away kind of misty-eyed we made our way over to the Heard Museum and although we’d not be able to stay long, it didn’t matter as we are members. Instead of seeing much, we spent the majority of our time talking with one of the docents named Mel who could not have been more enthusiastic for a form of art he too is typically not a fan of, modern art. So, we only spent time a little meaningful time with about half a dozen pieces and had a cursory glance over the other works on exhibition. We’ll certainly have to come back soon.

Caroline Wise at the Phoenix Art Museum

I’d like to point out that last weekend we paid a visit to the Phoenix Art Museum which was just open again for the first time since COVID hit. The painting Caroline is checking out is from William T. Wiley titled, “Modern Ark – After Brueghel.”

The First Day of Not Summer

A fallen leaf in Phoenix, Arizona

Today is not the 1st of September, it’s not Halloween, it’s not yet Thanksgiving, nor is it the election. It is the first day of not summer. While it was two days ago that we finally dipped below 100 degrees (38c), today was marked by the first leaves I’ve seen falling to the ground as a nod to the fact we’ve passed summer. Some would call this fall or autumn and then they might want to reassure me that winter is on its way, but I live in the Desert Southwest of the United States and we have two seasons here; summer and not summer. This is not a lament, it is simply pointing out contrast to other places.

Here on 10/10/2020, we are still in shorts and short-sleeve shirts and while out on the first walk around our neighborhood this morning it was a brisk 72 degrees (22c). I asked Okay Google what the temperature was in Flagstaff, 130 miles (210km) north of us, and it was a very chilly 42 degrees (5c), close enough to freezing that I’d have needed a jacket. These falling temperatures also signify a milestone in our quality of life indicators as we are now able to open our windows for nearly 3 hours in the morning and hopefully in the next 30 days our air conditioning will shut off for the last time this year and not have to be turned back on before April 2021.

This has typically been the beginning of our travel season after the kids have gone back to school and vacations are over. Thanksgiving is the last major travel period on the calendar for the masses until Memorial Day on May 31st. But this isn’t a normal year so who knows how our travels will pan out in the coming months.

There’s not much more to note about the summer that just passed as I think the 75 blog entries I made between June 1st and today pretty much covered things while not summer is just starting to unfold. As a matter of fact, to kick things off we’ve decided to take a short drive north to Montezuma’s Castle National Monument for a walk around. The full report will be posted tomorrow.

Update – It’s two hours later and we are home, there will be no visiting anything other than home today as on our drive north an accident well ahead of us brought traffic to a halt. We were committed and felt we’d forge ahead but after more than an hour to travel merely a third of the distance until the jam cleared, we gave up. This is so indicative of 2020.

Burmese Curry Paste

Burmese Curry Paste

How many times have I heard, “Yeah, I don’t really like curry.” It’s inevitable that my response to that is, “Oh, which one? Or do you mean all of them?” At its base, curry means ‘sauce’ but in its breadth, it incorporates traditions from at least 20 countries, each having its own variation that is often nothing like a neighboring version. For example, when we look at the four main types of Thai curry we’ll see Red, Green, Yellow, and Massaman and each has its own flavor profile. Red curry starts with red chilies while green emphasizes basil, green eggplant, and kaffir lime leaves. Yellow curry is all about turmeric, lemongrass, and galangal while Massaman starts with a Persian influence bringing palm sugar, star anise, cloves, cinnamon, and peanuts into the recipe.

The American idea of curry likely comes from a spice mix in grocery stores called “curry” and focused on turmeric (found in mustard), cumin, and coriander (common in Mexican food), ground ginger, along with black pepper. I’d venture to say that most who decry the savory dishes made with a variation of these ingredients are actually voicing their intolerance for the particular aromas of the dishes that they are unfamiliar with, and that has more to do with their xenophobia that is still rife in our society. So, from just having eaten a lunch of chicken and green bean Tikka Masala curry and hoping to cook a Rendang (Indonesian beef curry) later today, I’m here to share how to make a Burmese curry base.

Burmese Curry Paste

This recipe is turning out to be difficult for me to convey as my 10-year-old notes were only 25 words long. Faced with walking away forever from Little Rangoon’s pork belly curry and jackfruit curry, this was one of the first things I made, even before they closed up shop. It’s incredibly easy to make and freezes well, which is good because while its preparation is simple enough, it takes a lot of simmering before it’s done. There are no out-of-this-world aromas that arise from a wicked blend of spices, it doesn’t even really look all that appealing, but when Burmese curry wraps up its ingredients you are presented with an incredible dish with crazy amounts of umami that will turn any dish into comfort food.

Burmese Curry Paste

As you can see above this all starts with onions, lots of onion, red onions to be specific. You’ll need a deep pan to cook this curry base because when you start the onions still have a lot of volume but are going to cook down, way down.

Ingredients:

  • 10 pounds of red onions
  • 1 bunch of cilantro (maybe 2 for your liking)
  • 1 cup of paprika
  • 12 bay leaves
  • 1 cup of oil such as peanut, canola, or avocado

Preparation:

Chop onions into large slices, this will be blended later so uniformity is irrelevant. Chop the cilantro and keep in mind that a fine chop here is not required.

Heat oil over medium heat and add onions and cilantro at any time. Stir in paprika and allow this mass of onions to cook. Along the way, you may have to add more oil and with no hard rules as to how much there should be, I wouldn’t worry about ruining your curry base with too much or too little. The same goes for the amount of cilantro and paprika you prepare this with.

Once the onions have cooked for about an hour and are looking similar to the middle photo, remove them batch by batch to your blender and puree the onions and cilantro.

When you are finished blending them, return them to the cooking pan adding the bay leaves, and simmering this mixture on medium-low heat for another hour. Place it in jars and freeze what you won’t use in the next month. As I write this it reads strangely that I keep this in the fridge for about a month, but it’s worked for us for the past 10 years, so your mileage might vary.

That’s it but we’re not done here yet as I had a tip written in the margin that is important to fish dishes you might make with this curry base. Double roast your paste by cutting a stalk of lemongrass into 3″ pieces and crushing them with a mallet. Finely chop a thumb-size piece of ginger and add it and the lemongrass to a frying pan with hot oil in it. Fry this for about 30 seconds, add curry base and 1 Tbsp of paprika, cook over low heat until the flavors are merged. It was also noted that you could add garlic, cilantro, and a bay leaf if you desired.

Up next, recipes for Burmese Jackfruit Curry and Burmese Pork Belly Curry. You’ve been warned.

Anachronistic

Writing

I’m posting blogs, especially ones about food, this week. Notice I said blogs and not vlogs. I’m feeling more and more anachronistic as time goes on, as I’ve not shifted over to producing video content. I enjoy seeing the words emerge on the screen as my thoughts find their way out of my fingertips and into not only my eyes but the eyes and minds of others. I would never say the video medium is any easier as all one needs to do is watch the evolution of a popular YouTuber, and you’ll see their early awkwardness give way to a comfort that came with practice. While I could venture down that road, and I have considered it often, I’m reluctant to do so for the amount of work it would take.

When I sit down to write, there is no consideration about my environment for aesthetic reasons; lighting doesn’t matter, mic placement is irrelevant if my hair is messy or I have food in my teeth, and there are no readers that would pick up on those things. If I’m inspired while driving I can simply dictate a note on my phone and send it to myself via email for inclusion at another time. If I recorded video, people would notice the change of clothes, different times of day and night, or maybe differences in my beard and hair. So, my conclusion is that I’m essentially lazy. While grains of truth thrive in that realization, I’d say that, more to the point, I’m a control freak. You may see my mental blemishes in mistakes that get by my world-class editor (a.k.a. The Wife), but for the most part, I hope that I’m sharing a well-groomed snippet of thought.

That doesn’t change the equation that maybe I have a low readership because I won’t jump on the YouTube or TikTok trains. Then the question is, “Do you need readership?” Affirmation is a funny, stupid little creature that laps at your face to make you feel good, while rejection suggests you drag your knuckles back into the cave from whence you crawled. I tell myself I write for myself and my wife, and that’s largely true, but I also write for some mysterious person or other who hasn’t been born yet. There was a time when I explained my writing as notes to the future that went beyond a 140-character text message. Then I asked just who is it that would review a trillion hours of video to make sense of what had been recorded. My thinking was that artificial intelligence would fare better with my longer semi-coherent missives to extract an arc of who a person was than analyzing 100 videos released while a personality was trending as a viral phenomenon. I think that was wrong-headed.

Why wouldn’t an AI just dissect those trillion hours of videos by looking at location, time of day, colors, text, emotional context, number of viewers, comments, and the rest of the meta-data to build a far more in-depth image of what the average of it all might have meant to the people of the early 21st century?  So, not only am I working anachronistically, but my thinking is often stuck in archaic modalities that reflect a time of my life when I couldn’t imagine a digital future. How, then, does this pit a child born in the last ten years to the person who turns 85 in the year 2050?

Will I jump on the bandwagon of modernity? Nope, not in that regard. Writing at this point is right up there with eating, sleeping, breathing, and shitting. It’s something done because it sustains life. As I write that, I can’t help but think that this very act is like some excretory process where words drop out of my mind like so many turds from my bunghole. Maybe hitting publish is my way of wiping myself clean after making these messes.

Burmese Malay Noodles

Burmese Malay Noodles

No food challenge here; this is pure comfort. Malay noodles are a savory dish I’ve neglected for years but recently bought the noodles for it, so Caroline and I could get reacquainted. The same goes for Dan Dan Noodles which I’ll be posting about shortly. The key ingredient to making a satisfying version of Malay noodles is to start with the correct rice noodles. The sliced version on the left is almost 1-inch wide while the sheet of noodles on the right can be used but must be sliced first. To slice the sheet it is best to leave them in the plastic wrapper and press firmly with a knife through the plastic to cut 1-inch wide strips.

Burmese Malay Noodles

Before you attempt to peel apart the noodles you must microwave them first, otherwise, they will break. Leave the noodles in the bag and microwave for 1 – 2 minutes depending on your particular oven. Once the noodles are hot and they do get pretty hot to the touch, pull them apart so you have a bowl of noodles that look like this.

Burmese Malay Noodles

Ingredients:

  • 2 – 3 Tbsp oil of your choice, such as peanut, canola, or avocado
  • 1/4 C. Chopped onion
  • 2 – 3 ounces of sliced chicken
  • Chicken stock powder – you could use MSG instead if you were so inclined
  • 3 – 4 Shrimps
  • 1 Egg
  • Rice noodles
  • 1/2 Tsp Sugar
  • 1/4 Tsp Salt
  • Sweet soy sauce or Kecap Manis
  • Beansprouts
  • Sliced green onion
  • Sesame oil

Preparation:

Add oil to hot wok. Stir in onion, sliced chicken, and a 1/2 teaspoon of chicken stock powder in a very hot wok at the highest temperature you can set. Cook until the onion starts to become transparent and the chicken has lost all pinkness. Now add the shrimp and a scrambled egg, stir fry until egg is cooked and well distributed. Add the warmed noodles, sugar, and salt. You may need another small dash of chicken stock powder, use your judgment. Drizzle about a teaspoon of sweet soy sauce over the noodles, continuing to stir the noodles for about 30 seconds. Add a small handful of bean sprouts and a pinch of green onions, you are now 30 seconds away from this dish being finished. Top it off with a small splash of sesame oil and serve it up. Don’t forget that sesame oil is very pungent and a little goes a long way.

Burmese Spinach and Fermented Bamboo Shoots

Burmese Spinach and Fermented Bamboo Shoots

The chemistry of food remains a mystery to me 57 years after I started eating the stuff. If someone asked, “Would you like some spinach fried with some fermented bamboo shoots and a splash of vinegar?” I might not be opposed but I’d also not have high expectations of what I was about to try. If I were in the kitchen while this was being prepared I’d unequivocally voice my opposition to the idea of ever trying it.

Burmese Spinach and Fermented Bamboo Shoots

The central ingredient in this dish is Preserved Bamboo Shoots which can also be labeled Bamboo Shoots in Chili Oil. I’ve never been to a Chinese store that doesn’t carry them so look around. Of the three or four brands we’ve tried, we’ve never been disappointed. So what was alluding to about being in the kitchen when this dish is being prepared and then taking a pass? There’s a symbiotic relationship that develops during the very last step of preparing this and that is when you add the cider vinegar it seems to combine with something in the preserved bamboo shoots that creates something that smells akin to old urine to me; strongly of steaming hot stale urine. But DON’T let that deter you as again as I said in the blog post about Laphet Thoke regarding smoked shrimp and fish sauce, get past the initial smell (it dissipates quickly) and try this dish, you won’t be disappointed.

Burmese Spinach and Fermented Bamboo Shoots

By now I’ll assume I no longer need to tell the reader to pair the dish with rice.

Ingredients:

  • 1 – 3 Tbsp oil (Little Rangoon used paprika oil which was made by heating the oil with a good amount of paprika, this was for coloring)
  • 2 heaping tablespoons of bamboo shoots (I use half the jar per portion as I don’t usually know when the next time will be that I make this dish)
  • Spinach – remember that spinach cooks down a lot so portion accordingly
  • 1/2 to 1 Tsp of brown sugar
  • 1 – 2 Tbsp cider vinegar
  • Salt

Preparation:

Heat wok until hot, add oil. Stir in the bamboo shoots but be careful as they splatter a LOT. Once they are hot add the spinach and enjoy the relief from the angry oil. Add the sugar and a little salt. When spinach is about half wilted add the vinegar and continue to stir fry until spinach is at desired doneness.

Seriously, do not fret about the funky smell, maybe it’ll smell different to you. I just wanted you to be prepared should it happen and you started panicking if the bamboo shoots you bought were somehow bad, now you know. This is one of those dishes that at first glance seem too simple to be amazing but I’d undersell it if I didn’t try to convince you of how great a dish this really is. Not only that, it’s simple and very fast to prepare.