Saturday, August 29, 2009

Eating Nyonya Kueh in Quebec is nothing but surreal...

There is a Chinatown (or even 2)in almost every city I know - except for Quebec City.  They have a mysterious Chinese Pâté here, and a Chinese fondue where steamboat comes to mind but in fact, it is something else altogether.  I've had it on several occasions and it doesn't taste chinese to me at all.  The chinese food here must have evolved over the years to become authentic Quebecois cuisine instead.

The "Chinese food" here puzzles me.  So far, the chinese food I have eaten here are way too sweet, adapted for North American tastes and not for me.  The only way I can get my hands on any half decent chinese food, is Chez Moi(at my house).

The funny thing is, my most memorable simple home-cooking chinese food are in Europe.  They truly caught me by surprise.  Once in Munich, and another in Prague.  One restaurant was Teochew, known for their light, simple cooking and the other was from Zhejiang, also very simple and fresh.  I aspire to cook like them, since I am already Teochew, I should have it in me to actually cook like them!  
The trick to chinese cooking is all in the fire.  BUT, I have an electric cookstove in my kitchen, I ain't gonna control no fire unfortunately.  :(  And so, I am doomed to half-decent chinese food for the rest of my life. 

And so, I steam.  Yesterday, after watching a few episodes of the "Little Nyonya" and watching them taste delectable Nyonya kueh after another, I couldn't take it no more and got down to some serious steaming.  
I had never known that the Seri Muka was so easy to make.  Since I could always buy them easily from Malay vendors in Singapore or even from the islandwide Bengawan Solo cakeshops, who would even think of making it themselves?  

My first bite was out of this world.  I paired it with Gula Melaka Kaya(the Malaysian way of eating) and nearly had an overdose of Nyonya-ness altogether.  It was sooooo.....GOOD!  I had to curb my monstrous appetite - too much of a good things can indeed kill ya.

Seri Muka Recipe:
Bottom Layer:
300gm or 1.5 cups glutinous rice

50ml or 1/4 cup coconut milk
200ml or 3/4 cup water
1 tsp salt
Top layer:
3 medium or 2 large eggs
150ml or 2/3 cup coconut milk
150ml or 2/3 cup pandan juice* or 1tbsp or pandan paste + 130ml of water

180gm or 3/4 cup sugar
15gm or 1.5 tbsp cornstarch
30gm or 3 tbsp all purpose flour
* To obtain pandan juice, put pandan leaves and water in an electric blender and blend to a fine pulp. Strain the juice and measure out two tablespoonfuls for use.  Pandan paste can be bought in Asian grocery stores in a bottle.
1.  Soak glutinous rice for 2hrs min.  Drain rice well.  Put the rice in a flat baking pan suitable for steaming.  Stir in coconut milk and salt well.  Add in the water and the water level should be about 3-5mm above the rice, not more than 1cm.  
TIP: Depending on how well you drained the rice, the water level may vary, so add more if it is needed.
2.  Steam the rice on high heat for 20-30 mins until the rice turns translucent.  Remove form heat and use a fork to fluff the rice immediately.  Place the rice into an 8" round pan or a 7" square pan.  While the rice is hot, use a banana leaf to compact the rice down and level it as much as possible.  Alternatively, use a flat-bottomed glass container if you don't have banana leaf at hand.  Once compacted and leveled, return the rice to the steamer and continue to steam it while preparing the top layer. 

3.  Mix in the cornstarch and flour well into the pandan juice until the mixture is smooth.  Add in all the ingredients for the top layer into a heavy saucepan and cook on low heat.  Stir slowly and continuously until it thickens slightly.  Ensure that the mixture does not burn.  Once thickened after 4-5minutes, remove from heat.

4.  Pour the mixture over the rice and continue to steam on low heat for 25minutes.  
TIP: To ensure a smooth surface, do not use high heat.  
5.  After it is done, remove from heat and cool the kueh for 2hrs before cutting into diagonal slices or rectangle or even square slices.  
TIP:  If there are any leftovers, store the kueh in the refrigerator overnight and steam it again for 5-10mins on low heat the next day before serving.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Little Nyonya stirring in my tummy

The Peranakan in me is awakening.

I know the show "Little Nyonya" had hit Singapore a while back, sending all the housewives on a crazy buying spree of mini kebayas for their little daughters and all the old folks spilling into Malacca on weekends for a dose of Peranakan culture and food.

Me?  I missed all the fad, of course but I did hear about it when I was back in Singapore in May.  I didn't watch the show then but I ended up coming home with 2 kebayas, hand-me-down serious Kueh-making molds from my dear grandmother, some lovely Peranakan tiles(they are known for their pain stakingly hand-painted tiles decorating their houses) and of course, a Nyonya cookbook.  

Now, a few months later, I am feeling the sleeping peranakan in me stirring slowly as I watch the show on the internet(thanks, Angie for the site!).  I can literally smell the glorious angku kueh and feel the steady rhythm of the pestle pounding the spices in the solid granite mortar.  Hell, this show makes me hungry. 

The 1st trimester always manages to kill my appetite and numbs my cooking abilities in the kitchen.  It probably was not such a good idea to start a food blog when I am experiencing nausea all day long and can't even thinking of eating.  So, I torture myself further by watching people eat and watching them eat what I would LOVE to eat myself but can't.  Self-torture is mandatory in the first trimester.  It helps me pass the time.

After the first 15mins of the show, I can't help but search for my Nyonya cookbook to sieve through the recipes for my favourite kueh(i.e. dessert or cake) - the white and green Seri Muka.  Sometimes, there will be swirling blue weaving through the white glutinous rice layer of the kueh, a striking indigo blue color derived from the butterfly pea flower.   The Peranakan pound the fresh flowers and then mix it with water to extract the natural blue after.  Somehow, it makes the kueh more tasty looking.  

When I visited Katong with my aunt and sister in May, we visited the Baba House and the kind gentleman inside gave us a tour of his family home and we caught a glimpse of him preparing the butterfly pea flower for making kueh kuehs.  I asked him where did he buy the flowers from and he replied that every morning, he just goes to pick them fresh from around the neighbourhood where they will be growing on creeping vines around fences.  Definitely my kind of shopping! 
Obviously, I don't have any butterfly pea flower growing in my neighbourhood here so I will just have to make do with a kueh kueh that is simply white and green and no blue.  
Right now, I will have to swallow my nausea down and get to work. 



Tuesday, August 25, 2009

A new life...

I started from never owning an oven my whole life, to not knowing how I can live without one.

There were always woks and steamers in my mom's kitchen and the closest thing to an oven we have is a toaster.  My mom married at 19 and never inherited my grandmother's gift of cooking until when she turned 40.  She was forced to cook at home cos' my grandmother got tired of cooking for us so she had no choice but to battle with the wok herself.  It was a hard time for my family.  Being guinea pigs.  However, I now know being guinea pigs are important for the cook to improve.  Without the guinea pigs, there are no good chefs left in this world.  

I think the good genes skipped one generation directly to me although I only started at 28, just 12 years earlier than my mom.  I still love your soups, mom(if you're reading this)...!!!  They are the BEST!  How I would kill for some right now.  Lotus root and sweet corn soup.  Mmm-mmm-mmm...

My early forays into the kitchen and oven started when I was just 13.  Home economics was not an optional subject in my school cos' all "proper" convent school girls should know how to cook and sew(yucks).  I always scored an A.  Easy-peasy.  By 15, I moved on to the geek division in school and took biology, chemistry(*yawn*) and physics(*double yawn*), geography, literature and history.  You see, cooking was out of the curriculum for geeks.  

It took me another 14 years before I took up residence in a kitchen again.  And I never left.

The new challenge in the kitchen every day is "What would a 19 months old toddler want to eat?"  Broccoli?  Cod?  Potatoes? Pasta?  Rice?  I thought I was a fickle-minded eater BUT my son beats me hands down on that one.  I miss the breast-feeding days, it was so easy back then. 


I always figured that as a parent, I have a right to tell my son that as long as I am the one cooking and buying the food, he really has no say in what he is eating until he goes to work and buys his own food.  However, trying to speak logic with a toddler is no easy task.  I think I would rather sew. 

Dining out has always been my favourite pastime.  Living in Singapore and New York City had utterly spoilt me with the wide array of exotic cuisine and delectable restaurants.  I loved NYC's Restaurant Week cos I believe the very first time my husband(not husband then) and I went to one, it sprinkled the magic love dust upon us and we've been inseparable ever since.  Food became our mistress and dessert is our everlasting lust.  

Welcome to my new blog on being a mother, a chef-at-home and a gourmande.