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Under the bridge you see the rainless part
of the water, like the shadow in the sun |
It was a rainy day when we walked to our cooking class. The
rain was as sudden and as heavy as I have never seen it before.
Rainy season! Fortunately the air
cooled down a little. Arriving at the right place (the restaurant
next door pretended to be the cooking class site, but wasn't), we were greeted by a
nice, quite good English speaking Thai woman who was going to be our chef. First it was a
little difficult to understand because of a different pronunciation, as usual.
The room was high-ceiled and hose-like, filled with several metal tables and
cookers.
We began with coconuts. Our chef showed us how to scrab the
coconut flesh with a special tool (which we didn’t have to do due to diligent
background workers). Second step: make coconut cream and coconut milk. For that
one we just had to squeeze the coconut with our hands! So easy but such a hard
work. To let us know what the difference to mass market ready-made coconut milk / cream is, we
tried for comparison. Although the ready-made milk is durable for up to one year, the fresh
milk tastes so much more intensive and good, but is durable for only four hours.
After a few minutes, our family class was joined by a young couple so that we were a class of six.
The only “not too usual thing” for me was the shrimp affair.
As our chef did our all’s part in beheading the shrimps and peeling the shell
and everything, we didn’t have to do it, just watch it. We learned that in the
Thai kitchen as much as possible is used (that means the shrimp head is eaten
crunchy, too, and the empty shrimp shell is cooked to create a fish soup taste).
As far as I remember, during three afternoon hours we cooked our own Tom
Yum Chili Paste (that you usually buy in the supermarket in a jar) and about
eleven small dishes like Green Curry, Pad Thai, Coconut Chicken Soup, Papaya Salad or Kao
New Ma Moang (Mango Sticky Rice). We learned that chili, for example, is not
cut into pieces to add spiciness, but beaten to let the spicy oil come out. The young couple ate the Papaya Salad with three whole chili, while my father and I
fought with one chili, and my mother and sister with half of a chili ;-)
What positively surprised me was that everything was kept so
clean. What fell on the kitchen table wasn’t used anymore, and all the
ingredients were prepared in small metal bowls by the three friendly background helpers.
The woman was soo cute with her English, she had such a nice character and
called my parents always “mum” and “dad”. Once she made such a funny comment “uuuuuooooo,
mum so guuuuuoooood” using both of her voice strings at once. She also often
made reference to all the grandmas in the world with their cooking skills,
especially her grandma that owned a restaurant.
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