Before we do anything else? We should all seriously consider making caramelized white chocolate. Which the above is not a picture of, I know, I'm adventurous like that when it comes to photos and the proximity of their captions. Just read on, please...
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Despite the hideousness of my flash photography above, I think I have tweaked my pom recipe into something like perfectitude. Changes this time included a butter increase, and decreasing the baking temperature during the last 30 minutes to 150C.
I also made pitjel (alternatively petjel and several other spellings) last night, and while it seemed like it was going to bore the pants off of everyone as I cooked it, it turned out to be delicious and I'll definitely make it again.
Here's a nice blog post about pitjel. It's basically blanched vegetables (green beans or long beans, cabbage, and bean sprouts) with a lightly spicy peanut sauce. My peanut sauce recipe was a bit of a disorganized improvisational mess, I'll need to take better notes next time, but I'll say that the key ingredients are galangal, tamarind, and ketjap manis: if you can work out the right balance between these three, you'll have figured out your peanut sauce.
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8 comments:
That looks fantastic. And why was I not invited?
Our forensics team has evidence to the contrary. Exhibit A: a high-velocity jenever spatter on the southeastern corner of the kitchen island...
In culinary criminal law, "taking the fifth", also known as "pleading the fifth", may be employed when the fifth guest or out of town visitor present at any food-related event involving four persons in their local environs does refuse to testify in a blog on the grounds that the answers that would be given could be used as evidence to convict her of an alcohol-related offense.
Hmm. Is the credibility of a "legal expert" compromised at all if she leaves comments under two different aliases on the same post?
sorry to distract you guys, just wanted to add that it was indeed magnificent pom, and that it possibly, maybe, tasted even better in its reheated incarnation, tomight.
tonight. not tomight. sorry, again.
I'm just little Shnelli the Slow Snail! I don't know anything about anything! Carry on...
Our leftovers didn't make it anywhere near tonight/tomight: I awoke yesterday morning to the upstairs-wafting scent of The Broodje Pom Breakfast, thanks to my kitchen monkey...
...but I agree, it may possibly have been better the next day, even without the entertaining guests.
Thanks for coming over!
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