Thursday 27 March 2014

My obsession with congee

I even do not remember when I first heard or read of congee. It must have been in relation to heath foods. From time to time I get on a health kick and search for foods good for me. I even strongly believe in food as medicine. Please do not take it against me. I can indulge in eating unhealthy food with the best of them. Not that I consider that to be my strength, perhaps the opposite, but to me it is important to enjoy food which is interesting, fresh, simple or, in contrast, refined tastes. I am very eclectic in my food preferences.


But I deviated from my today’s subject. Congee came to my awareness as a plane food but with some magic, healthy qualities. Now that I know much more about it I have realised  that congee’s health improving qualities are simply based on it being easy to digest. It does not cure that much as gives our system a break to recoup after an illness.

This is what Wikipedia sais about it:

Congee or conjee is a type of rice porridge or gruel popular in many Asian countries. When eaten as plain rice congee, it is most often served with side dishes. When additional ingredients, such as meat, fish, and flavorings, are added while preparing the congee, it is most often served as a meal on its own, especially when one is ill. Names for congee are as varied as the style of its preparation. Despite its many variations, it is definitionally a thick porridge of rice largely disintegrated after prolonged cooking in water.
                                   
                              
Maybe it does not look as something one would like to try but I am still interested in finding more and learning how to cook it.

I decided to try to cook congee one day and I found, to my surprise, many recipes on a Polish sites. They seemed sensible enough and I gave it a go. After 2 hours of cooking my congee the water disappeared and the rice started to stick to the bottom of the pot. It was not a success but it was edible. Overcooked rice on its own has a small appeal to me so I experimented with adding in turn goji berries, vegetables, honey and nuts. Honey version was the most pleasing.

From my Chinese friends who treat their food seriously, I got very clear and detail instructions how to cook this specialty. I bought the right rice, picked the time when I intended to be at home for a while as it takes around two hours to cook. In fact my first recipe told me that it takes 4 hours. I was very happy to shorten the time to just over one hour.

My second try was following the recipe given by my Chinese friends. This time I could not believe that I had rice – water proportions right so I changed them to have less water than it was advised. This was another mistake, I think, as I got again a very thick concoction. When I compare my product to pictures, I subsequently found  on Internet, I think that the next time I will follow the recipe to a letter.

Lately I read again about curing power of congee. Traditionally a congee is cooked as soon as a family member is developing a cold. Another use is for stomach upsets and for hangovers. Practical even if time consuming. The hangover cure must be a western use of the remedy, I do not believe Chinse drink that much.  There are stories that Chinese men are very popular with Russian women who chose Chinese man for husbands as they do not get drunk and they do not beat their women.

Buying my special congee rice in a Chinese supermarket in Chatswood, I asked a Asian looking women about how she cooks her congee. Her answer was – I do not cook it, when I want a congee, I go to a restaurant.


The other day I was in a Chinese restaurant and I thought that maybe it would a good time to taste a professional version. To my great disappointment, the owner  of a very good and authentic, Chinese restaurant did not know of such a dish. Did we have linguistic or pronunciation problems? Not sure. I feel like I am in a search of not yet found congee. My post also seems to remind of Proust writing in its verbosity. I wish, I wish...

Thursday 20 March 2014

Mixed feelings about visiting Poland

I am already planning to go to Poland. This time it was going to be a fun trip. At least in parts. I have unfinished business there requiring me doing things which I am not keen on but I organised the trip in such a way to mix duty and pleasure. I am going to have a couple of nice trips while in Poland. 

One trip will be with my best friend I met the first day at uni. Being with Basia is fun  wherever we are and whatever we do. We  seem to talk as if in shorthand. We share jokes which we know very well and still find it funny. We do not have to tell them in full to laugh. A word or two is enough to bring the jokes to our memories. This is the special value of old friendship, I guess. We went our own ways years ago. We both got married and had our lives which did not overlap. But we kept in touch and each time we meet it is as if there was no break between our meetings even if in the past there were many years between them. I am looking forward to the time with Basia.

The other trip will be to Florence. I have never been there. And I am going with my niece, who I feel a very special connection with. She is quite artistic and some time ago was thinking about studying art. It is a shame, in a way, that she decided against it as she would have fulfilled my mother’s dreams of being a painter. My niece studied philosophy  instead and she just recently did her PhD. Impressive girl. It was some years ago when we did our first trip with main goal to visit art galleries. We then went to Holland. We stayed some days in Amsterdam and did a trip to The Hage. I think that we must have visited then most of the Duch galleries. From the beginning I was wondering how I could spend time in my favourite galleries without Martyna, being only 18 then, getting bored with looking at so many paintings.  How wrong I was! She may have had then a stud in her lower lip, she may have been only 18 but she loved the paintings. She did not have enough. Often, I was waiting for her in coffee places, tired and happy to leave the place when Martyna came running towards me to share her impressions and asking for yet another half an hour as she was not done yet. I always thought that galleries are the places to go without a company and see things at my own pace. Martyna and another  friend of mine are an exception. So I am very much looking forward to see art in Florence in a company of the like-minded person.



A lot of fun and pleasure to look forward to even if my mood has been seriously dampened by Mr. Putin’s activities rocking my feeling of safety in Eastern Europe. From Australia the political situation in Crimea does not seem to be directly threatening but listening to Polish radio I have developed different point of view and I hope this is only silliness and unnecessary panic. 

Trust there are no more courses in this dinner
                                             

Thursday 13 March 2014

Pick-up truck and compressor


It is difficult to think that a new pick-up truck and a compressor could be all a person considers the only desirable things in life. Woody Grant, the hero of Nebraska, does.


Ramana , in his post on Nebraska, wrote about the film in such positives that I decided to see it  even if it did not look like my type of thig. And I did not regret it. Actually, I was very much moved by the film, by its warmth, humour and the way Alexander Payne shows us life in Nebraska.

Woody seems to be a little confused by life and due to his age one thinks – Alzheimer? But no, as Woody’s son says – he only believes in what people say. That makes him look as if he was not all there. He believes that he will win million dollars if he shows up in Lincoln, Nebraska by closest Monday to claim the prise promised to him in an advertising campaign. He needs to travel some thousands of miles from his place to get to Lincoln, so he energetically starts walking. As the walking idea does not work out his son decides to drive him there. Good, soft hearted son and stubborn old man. The whole film is about their journey from Montana to Nebraska and reminiscing. The old man’s reason for the journey is to get his one million dollars price and David’s to bond with his father, taking maybe the last trip together. Woody, asked by his son what he is going to do when he gets his million dollars, after some hesitation answers: I will buy a new pick-up track. Prompted by his son what else, declares that he will buy a compressor. Not that he needs it but his old compressor was stolen years ago by his neighbour from Nebraska. He just wants to have a compressor again. I guess, he needs to regain an equilibrium in his possessions. Is it a sign that with age we stop to dream and desire? Maybe for some of us but I would not generalise it. Going for one’s dream, however humble, with Woody’s determination is enviable in my mind. And his dream comes true, strangely enough.

My favourite scene of the film is Woody’s triumphant drive down the main street of the place where he used to live years ago. He is driving his new truck, with a brand new compressor in the back. Woody is sporting a cap with the word WINNER and that tells us how he feels. This honorary round restores his dignity and self-value. And all of this experiences given to Woody by his son. Indecisive man and seemingly less successful than his brother.

I have been introduced by my friends to - Breaking Bad. Brilliant, captivating attention serial, I would recommend. Bob Odenkirk, in Nebraska the more successful but less likeable brother, plays convincingly a corrupted lawyer in Breaking Bad.