Lamb Rendang with Turmeric Rice

2011 Melbourne in Food - 29



We closed 2012 with the Indonesian restaurant Dapur Babah Elite, and that basically summarizes my biases in terms of flavors. So we begin 2013 with rendang--strong, rich and pungent. I am one to immerse myself in anything that has been glossed by the color of stuff like turmeric, cinnamon, lemongrass, coriander and chili. There are billions of curry and curry-like flavors out there, and out of the few thousands I have tried so far, only a few have been disappointing--and that's mostly because of fear of strong flavors.

What I like about curry and similar dishes is how their personality changes. A teaspoon of fish sauce makes a world of difference. So does a teaspoon of chili. Even adding chicken broth, coconut milk, milk, wine or even tomato paste instead of water can spell something new. The same curry sauce or mix changes drastically with the use of a different protein.

This is how I came about my Lamb Rendang with Turmeric Rice. I chucked the traditional beef for lamb, added coconut milk and kaffir leaves, and finished it off with a healthy dose of lime. While the rendang base is fairly simple (ginger, galangal, lime, turmeric, chili, shallots, coriander, cumin and tomatoes in a blender or mortar, beaten or mashed to a pulp), I have also used pre-mixed rendang packets. It has been my best friend in my thesis nights when I didn't seem to accomplish much except for protracted dinners that went on until four in the morning, and every trip to the kitchen spoke of some kind of deliverance from being stuck in the same sentence for hours, even days. Paired with rice cooked in coconut milk and a dash of turmeric, my lamb rendang is my absolute favorite food-related memory of 2012.

Happy 2013! This year, I resolve to blog at least once a week. At least. The other resolution is to eat more adventurously as I have noticed I get lazy more these days and would often revert to the more than familiar places in trying to avoid frustration. For every great restaurant out there, there's a couple of dozen like it that are mediocre and hundreds that are simply atrocious. Most restaurant experiments have only led to the latter. Hopefully, we as consumers learn to discern between establishments that give us fads and gimmicks to earn a quick buck from those that give us really good food. 

Dapur Babah Elite in Jakarta, Indonesia

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The main dining room of Dapur Babah Elite.


My first meal at Dapur Babah Elite seven years ago left me awestruck at its dramatic interiors. The impact of aubergine, red and black created a sense of serenity that opposed the white walls and wooden furniture I acquaint with my childhood. The decor sets the stage for good food--it just has to. I was deliberately brought there as a tourist who would most likely enjoy the conversation pieces that offered a glimpse of Indonesian history and culture, but I could not make sense of the scaled down intensity of local flavors. Many locals find it too tame and does not offer anything striking from what has characterized the flavors they have been accustomed to. Dapur Babah's dilemma is how does it compete with numerous family recipes modified by time and aggrandized by nostalgia and familiarity.


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A portrait of Angeline Wu, one of the Babah matriarchs, hovers above one of the dining tables in the restaurant.  


Remove the familiarity, however, and one is left with the potential of Indonesian food, particularly Babah food--the resulting term describing the fusion of the culture of Chinese settlers, the indigenous Javanese population and the then occupying Dutch administration. Working within these parameters, Dapur Babah Elite presents a melange of flavors that make room for the uninitiated palate to access what would otherwise be an overwhelming excursion into three flavor profiles. 

While much of what we know of Indonesian and Chinese cooking has solidified into peranakan or nyonya cuisine, Dapur Babah Elite's edge comes from knowing how to incorporate Dutch tradition into the mix and recognizing the contributions made by bedienden (housemaids) in keeping each culture they serve well represented. They serve Erwtensoep--a traditional Dutch soup made of green peas, celery, parsley, sausage and chicken beside the Sop Merah Babah--a nyonya classic consisting of ox tongue, meat and shrimp balls in a tomato broth. Their Nasik Smoor Daging dan Kentang (Beef Onion Soup and Potatoes with Steamed Rice) and Nasik Smoor Lidah Babah (ox tongue soup with steamed rice, chili shrimp paste, cucumber and kerupuk/kropek are both combinations of Dutch and Javanese cooking styles.

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Nasik Goerih Bebek


I tried the Nasik Goerih Bebek (Duck Fried Rice) and the Nasik Tjampoer Babah (Babah-styled Mixed Rice). The former is a nyonya/peranakan dish whose centerpiece was crispy duck flakes in galangal sauce and coconut rice. Other accompaniments include marinated tofu and dilis or deep fried anchovies. The latter featured pandan rice and an assortment of lauk-pauk (side dishes) such as sambal-marinated chicken, deep-fried shrimp, tempeh and vegetables in coconut sauce.

  

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Nasik Tjampoer Babah

Dapur Babah Elite is located in Jl. Veteran 1/18-19 Jakarta Pusat, Jakarta, Indonesia.
Phone number is +61 21 7060 2256

Oh no, Banapple!

The best thing about Banapple Pies and Cheesecakes may no longer be their pies and cheesecakes but their savory dishes that are accompanied by lots of carbs. Not to say that these dishes are exemplary. It's just that the desserts are a far cry from what they used to be that you just take solace in the volume of their savory dishes. Banapple has lost its charm. Maybe it's trying to do too much? Their menu is quite long and overwhelming, and they have opened a number of branches around the city that maybe quality has been sacrificed for the need to keep up.

Banapple Hickory Ribs
Banapple's Hickory-Smoked Barbecued Country Ribs: nice and filling but the corn on the side could have been replaced with some char-grilled veggies.


Banapple Chicken Milk'shroom
Banapple's Bacon-Fried Chicken Steaks with Milk'shroom Gravy: perfect for those on a diet, or if you just can't get enough corn.


Banapple Chicken Sandwich
Banapple's Cruchy Chicken Fillet and Bell Pepper Sandwich: made moist by a redundant amount of mayonnaise. Surprisingly, there's no corn here. The chips are good.


Banapple Cherry Cheesecake
Strawberry Amaretto Cheesecake: still tastes good but not as cheesy as their cheesecakes used to be. Thankfully, no gelatin yet. If they just took this one out five minutes earlier, it wouldn't be so dry. I would have also preferred stronger punch of amaretto in a thin strawberry coulis that could be absorbed by the cheesecake and some slices of fresh strawberries rather than this topping of theirs.

Banapple Pies and Cheesecakes is a classic example of a good idea turned awry after trying to expand quickly. The food was okay but not nearly as good as it used to be half a decade ago when you could sense the careful attention to detail that have made their Banoffee pies the stuff of legend. I might have an overt nostalgia for the past, but I definitely have a critical stance against franchises that turn the charm of small businesses into plasticized commodities.

Let me lament the death of Banapple in my list of go-to dessert places with this wonderfully melancholic Red Hot Chili Peppers' number called "Brendan's Death Song":



Dark Stuff You Can Do to Chocolate

I meant: the stuff you can do to dark chocolate. Hah. Careful, the censors might actually mistake food porn for real porn! Having said that, this post is essentially food porn. Convincing folks that dark chocolate is wonderful has been an uphill battle. My favorite flavor combination of mint and dark chocolates has been an acceptable but also conventional argument. Beyond that, it has been hard for people to stomach my love for dark chocolate ganache with a hint of lavander, or ginger-laced dark chocolate molé sauce on roast duck, or even dark chocolate with stout beer. The last year or so have been blissful with dark chocolate discoveries, and if these three chocolate bars don't convert even the most skeptical critic of dark chocolate, then let me die a failure just like my teaching career.

(image from: It's Free to F)

(1) Lindt's Dark Chocolate With a Hint of Sea Salt. Found these in Melbourne a few years ago, and I think I may have convinced my friend Marby to horde these with me each time they'd go on sale in groceries. Love salt with caramel, love it with toffee, love it with candy. Now think of bittersweet dark chocolate tempered by the slightest hint of sea salt. I bought more than a dozen before I went home, thinking they won't be available in Manila. A few weeks ago, I was buying water in a department store and found a shelf full of these en route to the cash register! Made my day.

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(2) Ganache Chocolate's Strawberry in Dark Chocolate Bar. I frequented Ganache Chocolate's shop in Collins Street in Melbourne towards the end of my thesis nightmare when I needed a quick fix for every time I felt raising the white flag. Aside from their Triple Chocolate Mousse which I almost always ate at every visit, I would take home either their strawberry-stuffed or cranberry-stuffed dark chocolate bars with me. The strawberries are heaven-sent. Imagine fresh strawberries dipped in dark chocolate, except you have a more concentrated tartness and sweetness in the dried strawberry.

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(3) New Tree's Chili in Dark Chocolate. My favorite! Pasalubong from a friend who came from Europe. Tried a bunch of these before with brands coming from places like Mexico and even China. Even Lindt has its own but none of them comes close to these Belgian-made chocolates with a substantial but not necessarily overpowering amount of tiny chili seeds that coat your throat with every bite. The dark chocolate works its wonder by soothing the spice. Reminds me of drinking cacao with chili or hot paprika.

Don Day Korean Restaurant


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Stumbled upon Don Day, an unassuming (open-air, non-airconditioned) buffet-style Korean restaurant in Malingap Street in Teacher's Village, Quezon City after numerous failed attempts to eat at a neighboring restaurant. For P300, you can eat everything they have to offer: bulgogi, veggies, soups, korean salads, plus a bunch of korean-style frittatas, croquettes, tofu and other deep fried and/or stir fried goodies whose names evade me. Everything is generally okay, except maybe I would loved to have eaten them hot. The centerpiece of the food experience at Don Day is their samgyeopsal, or grilled pork which the servers recommend to be wrapped along with kimchi, bean paste, garlic and slices of fresh radish slices in lettuce leaves.


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While I am not exactly fond of it, anyone who loves Korean food should find Don Day a better alternative to other restaurants that charge an arm and a leg for paltry versions of Korean (fast) food. The unfortunate thing about the entry of Korean culture in the Philippines is that it has come with a mass of products that oversell the Korean label in order to milk the popularity of Korean commodities. While it would be impossible to sift through these things one by one, I would—as a general rule—spend my money on the smaller players who make decent stuff just to balance the power enjoyed by the more established businesses seeking to monopolize our sources of livelihood.


Don Day Korean Restaurant
40 Malingap St. (about 2 blocks away from BayanTel in Maginhawa St.), 
Teacher's Village, Quezon City
(63 2) 435-0528


Quiche Me In the Morning

Recados Filipinos - Quiche

I am not normally a breakfast person so in the few rare moments I do eat it, I would want it to be quiche. As a student in Melbourne, I made two at a time: a dozen eggs, one and a half cups of milk, a tablespoon of butter, about 3 cups of filling (my favorite would be spinach, garlic and feta cheese; sometimes I like chicken, ricotta and mushroom; sometimes pumpkin, parmesan and basil) distributed to two ten-inch pans with pre-baked shortcrust pastry (3 cups flour, 1 cup butter, 2 tablespoons milk, eggwash, salt). Having these meant having 'breakfast' for a week. I put breakfast in quotes since I usually slept at seven in the morning and my 5 a.m. cravings are the closest thing I have to breakfast.

In Manila now, and I so terribly miss my quiche-filled breakfasts and everything it stood for. Making quiche—putting things in an oven you turned on and preheated a half hour before—meant having some time. I kept cooking food then, mostly out of necessity as I cannot afford to eat out everyday. I missed my middle class lifestyle of eating out and not thinking twice about it, but eventually I grew to love cooking. I was grateful for the rituals it demanded: going  through grocery aisles, organizing the fridge and pantry, slicing, mixing, the tempering of flavors over a flame. I kept cooking food, and what a treat that was! I keep staring at the oven in my parents' house and how I miss making quiche, and how I miss cooking. I am now startled by how I have lost such a luxury as the demands of work would be arrogant enough to make itself more important than the food I eat. We have maids to do things for us, and I think of the indignity of having to use employ someone else to do the simplest of things that have become far less important compared to making money and proving that you deserve your place in the hierarchies we imagine.

Recados Filipinos - Quiche with Chili Crusted Pepperoni and Salad

I dream of reclaiming my quiche someday. I might not be able to afford spinach and feta cheese anymore as they are relatively more expensive here, but I smelled tinapang bangus and malunggay leaves simmering in gata the other day and I can't wait to try encasing that in a pastry.

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Thesis

It's been a while. I started this blog a few years back to do restaurant reviews and share interesting recipes of what can be made given the ingredients available in Manila in the hopes of articulating what Filipino food is. It did just that, and more. It inspired me to look into my own professional career closely, incorporating food in the musings of my academic work. I postponed taking a PhD for years because I did not know what I wanted to do. When I was finally forced to confront it, this blog inspired a dissertation about Philippine food.

Ironically, work on this thesis made it difficult to blog. Not just because the time and energy had to be focused to studying, but more because my old approaches to food needed drastic changes. Having done work with the history, anthropology, sociology and geopolitics of food has made me rethink how I want to reframe concepts of "Filipino" food. I know I could no longer revert to the old ways of going through restaurants, recipes and other food-related materials in true "foodie" style that has only resuscitated antiquated forms of colonial and class-centric control. Hopefully, the three years spent in a strange place will see itself ingrained in the discussions I would be making here.

Now that it's almost over, I am hoping I can go back to my old groove and find time to blog with all the ideas and concerns that I never thought about before. Deleted the older posts to start fresh. I miss the old look because it had so much character but I'm hoping this more streamlined metamorphosis will make the character in the content stand out more. Anyway, I am just slowly plotting my return and if you come back in a few weeks or so, you might find more content which, I hope, would not just be inspiring for the palate, but also substantial enough to make plates sing and dance and do kind things.

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