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Things to be Thankful For

Yes, I know. “You’re late, beeyotch”, you say. I am indeed a day late, but last night, sitting among friends and a table groaning under the weight of delicious food, I found myself, for once, momentarily forgetting to complain about my sad-Jen-Aniston-dust-bunny-in-a-girdle existence. Instead, I found myself feeling thankful. And I don’t want to let go of that feeling just yet.

So here, in no particular order, are Things to Be Thankful For:

Pumpkin danish from La Creation de Gute in Hong Kong

Pastries. Need I say more? This is the entire reason people still get up for me on the Skytrain (cuz pregnant ladies be needin assistance!)

Geoduck sashimi in Shenzhen

Travels. Going anywhere new gives you (and by you I mean me) the golden opportunity to 1). meet great people, 2). try things you’ve never tried before, like this geoduck sashimi in China, and 3.) blather on about it endlessly in blog posts that make no point. How lucky is that?

Rambutan in Chantaburi

Thai fruit. It’s the best in the world. Really! The range and variety of fruits in this country are dazzling. And they are all delicious, in their own different ways and in their own various seasons.

Thalad Gow in Chinatown

Outdoor markets. Is there a more fascinating place to explore? From France and Hungary to Vietnam and Japan, outdoor markets are my favorite place to go to find out about a place. Someday, I may even work up enough courage to try out this pickled crab stand in front of the Old Market in Chinatown.

Tamarind chili dip with purple long beans in Sukhothai

Chili dips. They are my favorite part of a Thai meal. And they are so criminally underused, especially in Thai restaurants abroad! Tamarind, shrimp paste, crab eggs, lohn (coconut milk-based dips) — krueang jim are the dish that packs in a significant amount of protein and a wide variety of veggies, making it (and a bowl of rice) a complete, nutritionally balanced meal for millions of Thais, every day.

Chicken wings in kajorn blossom broth at Guaythiew Pik Gai Sainampung

How could I go this long without mentioning street food? Thailand, obviously, has some of the best in the world. People may be up in arms about farangs taking to their own mortars and pestles in restaurant kitchens, but Thai food’s real heart comes from the street.

Family. In a fit of earnestness (which will die at the end of this sentence), I am actually posting a real family picture and not a shot of the Kardashians. Of course, I am not in it.

Other things for which to be thankful: great wines (I would include a picture, but let’s face it, when I start being thankful for wine is the exact moment when I start being incapable of taking a picture); good friends; air-conditioning; the Steelers (haterz gonna hate!); people who are bored enough to occasionally read this blog (thanks, really); and the fact that my infant son is so readily diverted by a tissue.

Oh, and this:

Nam ngiew

I’m off to Chiang Rai next week for even more. Enjoy the start of your holiday season!


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Gluttony in Chantaburi

Sweet-sour "zalacca", or sala, a regional favorite

“So, what’s the regional specialty?” I ask as we zip eastward through a smattering of rice fields and a succession of rolling hills. I have never been to Chantaburi, close to the Cambodia border and hugging the Gulf of Thailand coastline, aware only that it is famous for its sapphires. I have sacrificed much already on this 3-hour car ride, uncharacteristically agreeing  to bypass an “Indian fast food” stall at a highway rest stop somewhere back around Pattaya, and I am starving.

“Noodles,” my husband says. “And … ” No. He doesn’t know much about Chantaburi either.

This trip had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, an attempt to reconnect after six months of newborn baby-wrangling. Well, it ended up becoming an attempt to reconnect after I forgot to download the last season of “Entourage” and my husband’s phone service sputtered out somewhere past Klaeng. Left to our own devices, we manage to get lost only twice, thankfully checking into our hotel as dinner service starts. 

Located on Kung Vimarn Beach, part of a crescent of land encircling Ao Krabane (or “Stingray Bay”), Al Medina Beach House ( is the quirkiest hotel in an area full of little oddities. This “Moroccan-inspired seaside hideaway” has nine rooms, each named after a different Moroccan city and decorated to evoke the varying “moods” each city represents. Our room: Marrakech, one of the bigger rooms in the hotel and located in a sun-filled corner of the house.

Early morning view from Marrakech

The feeling is … secluded, to say the least. Evoking “Casablanca”-meets-“Castaway”, Al Medina brings to mind the clutch of high-end resorts popping up in Northeastern Thailand — where the local tourist industry ends up fabricating diversions to attract tourists and the hotels become the destinations in themselves, rather than the other way around. The tourist attractions close by, from the “eco-farm” to the aquarium, have a very makeshift feel to them, like they have just opened and are still relatively untested. Some, like the “turtle nursery” and “shrimp fishery”, don’t exist at all. It doesn’t help that the main attraction — the beach — is off limits during the low season.

A collection of stones painted with the names of each room

That’s not to say there’s nothing to explore at Al Medina. The owners have clearly poured their hearts into it, hand-selecting each piece of furniture and even including a vintage clothing shop on the mezzanine floor (I’ll admit it; I made off with two dresses). Service cheerfully accommodates any request, from the simple (a wine-opener) to the unreasonable (full dinner service painstakingly carried up to our second-floor balcony). Food ranges from the better-left-in-the-kitchen (eggs benedict) to really good (morning glory, or pak boong, stir-fried sator-style with gapi and shrimp). And the rooms are great fun to look at; our favorites are Marrakech (of course), Casablanca (with its rooftop garden) and Essaouira (as big and sunny as Marrakech, but on the first floor).

Picture window in Essaouira

That said, my husband and I have been married for 13 years. How much time are we going to waste in the hotel, really?

Especially since Chantaburi is chock-a-block with natural bounty: the sala, the pitted fruit with the smell that reminds me of bad breath or two-day-old garbage; beautiful prickly red ngo; and, even now at this time of year, durian, the king of fruits. We only find mon thong (“golden pillow”), popular for its meatiness, but connoisseurs are fond of gan yao (“long stem”), smaller but creamier, and still others like chanee (“monkey”), which is wonderfully messy and falls apart at the slightest tap.

"Mon thong" durian for sale

 And then there’s the food. Chantaburi is particularly reknowned for its sen chan, or “Chantaburi noodles”, said to be chewier and heftier than regular rice noodles. It is also known for its regional sweet tooth. In a country full of sugar-holics, that seems like a particularly hard-won distinction.

To test this out, we head to Ruen Rim Nam (Klongthasang Pier, 089-541-4841), among the more well-regarded restaurants in the area, dotted liberally with pictures of former Prime Minister Samak Sundaravej trying his hand at a stir-fry in the restaurant’s kitchen. Now, regardless of what you think about his legacy, Samak was always considered an important booster for the local food industry and placed great importance on Thai food himself (indeed, he got kicked out of office because of his food show). I am reassured by his pictures and settle in for a good Thai meal.

Stir-fried Chantaburi noodles with soft-shell crab

First, the sen chan: served local-style, fried with tamarind juice and garnished with cucumber, scallions and local soft-shell crabs. It is like pad thai … but without the textural contrast, spice or tartness. In short, it’s just sweet, with crab so sugary it could qualify as “candied”.

Tom yum chawanmushi

Everything else plays that “halfway there” game with our tastebuds too. Spicy lemongrass tom yum, broth replaced by an egg custard, seems interesting in theory, but is thoroughly defanged by the creamy blandness of the steamed egg. Nam prik pu kai, similar to the “crab egg pounded chili dip” of the rest of the Central region, includes crab meat and is pounded to a silky uniformity, making it hot and toothless at the same time.

Crabmeat and -egg chili dip

The best dish ends up being pla lai jai, or “fish of many moods” — a whole grouper deep-fried, one side served “sweet-and-sour-style”, the other plain with a sour mango relish. Simple, yet still flourishy and flamboyant, because that’s just the way Chantaburi is. Who am I to say there’s something wrong with that?

"Schizophrenic" deep-fried grouper

It’s easy to say it is the restaurant’s fault, but it’s not. Ruen Rim Nam is an excellent Chantaburi-style restaurant, typical of the region but with above-average food quality and service. Go and try it out for yourself. Don’t let the grumblings of us olds (“So much sugar! I’m getting nauseated! My hip hurts!”) ruin it for you. You just might like it.

As for us, we spend our next night at the hotel, with four steamed crabs and a bottle of wine for company.


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