When it comes to spice the Thai do not play nice. Each meal I ate was the spiciest meal I has ever eaten. For examples, my last day in Thailand I ate the spiciest meal I have ever eaten.
Pat Krapao Moo Sap (spicy pork and basil salad.) prepared by this women.
By bite three face was beet red, bite five my lips went numb, ten bites in and my nose was running like a Niagara Falls on a rainy day.
I cried. I am not afraid to admit it.
Thailand, your climate is hot. Why the desire to eat pure (though often delicious) fire?
Simple answer, spoilage.
As an animal attempting to eat ancestrally, I consume a good deal of other animals. I make a respectful effort to ensure that is kept fresh and chilly, not wasted. In the tropics heat and humidity make this endeavour more challenging.
Hence the spice.
Chillie, curries, peppers, they all boast impressive antimicrobial properties that protect eaters from rapidly fermenting flesh.
Thus, the more my mouth melts the less food born baddies with burn up my belly. Good news to me as my travellers diet is comprised of 90% street cart food.
Central America, Central Africa, India, and of course Thailand, they all have long histories of hot dishes.
the arguement could be made that modern refrigeration has undone a lot of the need for such spicy measures.
But I’m sitting at my new favorite BBQ stand, watching a chef cut papaya and crack crabs in to a mixing bowl. O, I be grateful for chillie powder.
Helpful Thai phrases:
Lek lek pec kap khon kap = just a little spicy thank you
and for the daring,
Mak mak pec kap khon kap = spice it up
Having a grand morning. Woke up at 5:30 to the ol’ Sioux alarm clock. Cup of Sleepy time tea before bed will do that.
Got all ambiguous and caught 6 am workout at Grassroots Crossfit. What the heck… I was up.
Push Jerks (5 reps of 2) and some jump rope action. Even hung out to work on some squat cleans.
The best I have ever manage form wise. These days I am hitting a new record every lift.
Now it’s 8:30. I’m sipping espresso at Actual Café, researching ticket prices to Bangkok and day dreaming about lunch.
I love Thai food.
And planing a trip to South East Asia in the glow of this lovely morning has me feeling a good bit of gratitude for Andy and Cindy’s Farmer’s Market booth.
How fortunate I am to be able to stroll over from my own chocolatey booth at the first pang of hunger and take a seat with the savoury sensation.
Their curries are delicious and their steamed snapper is a triangle of spongy heaven. Still I cannot separate myself for the convenience of moist skewer, bursting forth with curried coconut milk… sigh*
There is another Thai food restaurant that I hold close to my heart, one that I will divulge in another post. It is truly one of bay area’s best kept secrets.
For now, Andy and Cindy’s satay is my jam.
It is swell to eat well. Keep it ancestral yall.