Tuesday, February 27, 2018

What the Wat: Wat Arun and Wat Po

A while ago, we took a water taxi up the Chao Phraya river to see Wat Arun and Wat Po. These are two very famous Bangkok temples, and I'm almost certain you've heard of the former, and seen something of the latter.

We boarded our water taxi from one of the main piers. There are water taxis with blue flags, which specifically cater to tourists, and there are boats with orange flags, which cater to locals and cheap tourists. I've used both, and I preferred the kid glove treatment they gave us on the blue flag boat. We were also able to find a seat on the blue flag.

This was our orange flag water taxi. I had to edit the life out of this photo so you could see some of the water in the background. The low exposure gives it a claustrophobic feel, which is exactly what it felt like in real life. 

The first temple we toured was Wat Arun, or Temple of Dawn. Wat Arun is one of the most famous Buddhist temples in Thailand. It's been around in one form or another from at least the 1600s. Over the years, structures have been added, repainted, remodeled, and refinished.

The design of Wat Arun has a lot of Buddhist and Hindu symbolism which we won't delve into here, because I don't know it, and I'm writing from the inconvenience of a small phone's touchscreen keyboard. I will tell you that its name comes from the Hindu god Aruna, who, Wikipedia tells me, is personified by rays of a rising sun; and that one reason for that particular name may be that the temple is supposed to look especially gorgeous in the morning.

We were there during a cloudy forenoon, but it was still very pretty. 

It's a bit hard to see in photos, but the sides of the temple are decorated in bits of porcelain and pottery, some of which was apparently used back in the day as ballast for Chinese ships. 

Wat Arun is on the opposite bank of the river from the other main sights. Its pier is one of the regular routed stops for the water taxis, so that's how we reached it. Another way is to take the very inexpensive ferry from the opposite shore. It shuttles back and forth during the day, and deposits passengers right by the Grand Palace and Wat Po. We took this ferry to go see the Reclining Buddha.

The Buddha's pose represents his entry to Nirvana, so says my lackadaisical to the point of nonexistent research. 

The Reclining Buddha is the most famous resident of Wat Po, though the temple is home to over a thousand others. After the fall of Ayutthaya, King Rama I ordered the recovery of Buddha images that were left behind. They are on display at Wat Po, along with images from other places in Thailand.

The temple compound is large. Rama I built the temple on an existing site, and its been expanded since his reign. It was the first university in Thailand, and is considered the birthplace of Thai massage. Thai medicine and massage are still taught at Wat Po. Ashes of Rama I were interred here under one of the images of Buddha. There is a lot to see, but most people (including us) come for the Reclining Buddha.

You can purchase a cup full of coins, and deposit one in each of these...buckets...cauldrons...the word is escaping me. Doing so is supposed to bring you fortune, and it also helps fund the upkeep of the temple.

We wandered around a bit on the compound, but it was lunchtime, and we were all grouchy.

At the time, I thought this lion looked really similar to the one on Kea in Greece. Phil didn't think so. I double checked, and now I think he's right. See HERE.

Our whole trip took about three hours, door to door, which means I could probably be convinced to do it again if you come visit. Maybe.

Monday, February 26, 2018

Nai Lert Flower Show

The Kid and I are on holiday. Phil had to work. He's at a training outside of Thailand. We decided to fly with him, and visit some friends. Three guesses where we are now...

Before we left home, I quickly threw together a few draft posts with all of the things I've been wanting to tell you about since October. I didn't have time to finish and schedule them, so I'm playing catch up during our trip with my phone. There's a good chance the formatting will turn out wonky, but I think we're all mature enough to deal with it. 

One of the perks of living in a big city is that there's always something happening. There seems to be a festival or two every weekend. A lot of times, we stumble into these things on our way to something else. The Nai Lert Flower Show was a rare exception--I heard about it a day in advance from a friend.

I've never been to a flower show, so I can't speak with any authority, but I think this one was pretty much like every other flower show. Entrants competed in different design categories. They had plant-themed vendors (lots of soap), and floral-themed food (burgers?). They also had floral design classes that were pretty expensive, but looked wonderful.

I can't remember the specific names of the categories, so I'll make them up as I go. This next photo was an entrant in the "Garden" category. It didn't win, but it was my favorite. I waited my turn to take a photo, but these folks seized my opportunity. I decided to include them in the shot, not to shame them, but because I wasn't going to wait any longer. 

These next photos are from the "Wedding" category. A word of warning if you get creeped out by photos of holes (What's that called? T-something-phobia? I could Google it, but I'd have to tap open a whole new tab), there's a photo of lotus below.

This next photo is of a stilt walker. I liked the way they looked.

These designs were part of what we'll call the "Floral Sculpture" category.

We had a great time looking at all of the arrangements, and I just realized that this show is probably what prompted me to buy another hibiscus. I'm up to three now, and thinking about adding orchids. It's madness, especially since I abandoned my garden for a vacation in the midst of another hibiscus leaf die-off. A talented floral arranger, I am not. Maybe I should leave flowers to the professionals.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Happy Valentine's Day!

I subjected my poor dog to another photo shoot. She was well compensated.

Poor dear deer.

My Valentine's decorations have been up for a month. I'll probably leave them up for another month, because they look good.

And...The Kid helped me make Valentine's cookies. 

Guess which one is his.

I subjected the cookies to a photo shoot, too.

This is the valentine we gave to our friends at the front desk.

We outdid ourselves.

Happy Valentine's Day! We (probably) love you!

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Collaborative King Cake Recipe

It has been a long time since we've baked together. I've missed the opportunity to brag about my prowess in the kitchen. Being that today is Fat Tuesday, I thought I'd share a king cake recipe whose delicious surplus sugar content will rot your teeth straight out of your head. But first, words.

I've been wanting to celebrate Mardi Gras with a king cake for at least eight years. The day always creeps up on me, and gets lost in the other, tamer February holidays. Presidents' Day, am I right? I've held this Mardi Gras king cake goal for years, despite the fact that I'd never actually eaten king cake before, and had no idea what was inside. 

Mardi Gras Bella

It turns out that there are an assortment of things that could be inside a king cake. King cakes vary in content; and in size, shape, and appearance. They're eaten at different times of year, depending on where you live. Some cakes are cakier, and others are breadier. I'm guessing, without knowing for sure, that king cakes outside the U.S. are probably more like a sweetened pastry, and less like a Cinnabon. I wanted the Cinnabon. 

I consulted with Google, and sketched out my own recipe based on the three most appealing recipes I found. Or possibly they were the first three search results. I don't know, I just wanted cake. Here's the end result. 

Collaborative King Cake

½ c. milk
2 TB butter
2 ¼ teas. active dry yeast
⅓ c. warm water (less than 110°F)
¼ c. sugar
1 egg
¾ teas. salt
¼ teas. ground nutmeg
1 teas. ground cinnamon
½ teas. lemon zest
3 c. flour (approximate, because it's so humid in Bangkok)

½ c. brown sugar
½ TB ground cinnamon
⅓ c. chopped pecan nuts
¼ c. flour
½ package cream cheese (or more, if you want to take a bit of the edge off the sweetness)

2 c. powdered sugar
1 teas. lemon juice
3 TB butter*
3 TB milk*
½ teas. vanilla extract
½ teas. almond extract
*Next time, I might substitute the butter and milk with cream cheese.

Green, purple, and gold sprinkles.
I made my own sprinkles by mixing chunky sugar with a drop of food coloring. I didn't have any red food coloring to make the purple sprinkles, so I threw two blueberries into one bowl of sugar, and swirled them around until the sugar turned purple. I then ate the blueberries, and no one was any the wiser.

Scald milk on the stove over medium heat. Remove it from heat, and stir in butter. Set the pan aside to cool. In a big bowl, add the water, yeast, and 1TB of the sugar. Let it stand for 10 minutes. Add the cooled milk mixture to the bowl. Whisk in the egg, then the remaining sugar, salt, nutmeg, cinnamon, and lemon zest. Add the flour one cup at a time. Knead the dough for 8 minutes. Grease the bowl, throw in the kneaded dough, cover, and let it rise until doubled.

While the dough is rising, mix the dry filling ingredients together with a fork, then mash in the cream cheese. Cover, and set it aside. 

When the dough has doubled in size, punch it down and roll it out into a rectangle on a floured surface. I'm terrible at rolling things out, so I can't give you exact dimensions, or tell you how thick it should be. Listen to your heart, or whatever, and aim, at the very least, for a 9x13'' rectangle. Spread the filling evenly across the top, then roll the dough up like a jelly roll, starting from the long side of the rectangle. Wrap the roll inside a well-greased bundt pan, and gracefully mash the two ends together to make a complete ring. Make diagonal slashes at 1½'' intervals across the top of the ring, not cutting more than ⅓ deep into the dough. Cover, and let rise until doubled.

Preheat the oven to 350°F. Prepare the frosting by mixing all of the frosting ingredients together, and tweaking the consistency with milk (or cream cheese) and powdered sugar, as necessary. You'll add the frosting while the cake is still warm, so it doesn't need to be too runny, but it should slide off your mixing implement fairly easily. 

When the dough has risen, stick it in the oven, and bake for approximately 25-30 minutes. My oven here is impossible to predict. I had to cover my cake with foil halfway through to prevent it from scorching on top. Keep a close eye, and adjust the baking time as necessary to pacify your own oven.

When golden brown, pull the cake from the oven, and let it sit in the pan on a cooling rack for a minute or two. While the cake is still hot, knock it out of the pan, and onto a serving plate. Artistically dump the frosting over the top of it, and creatively shower it with sprinkles. Find some old beaded necklaces, pretend they're clean, and drape them gaudily around your cake. Before serving, take photos for your blog. Serve, and enjoy.

A note about babies:
Southern U.S. king cakes traditionally call for the addition of a small, plastic baby, which is a nod to baby Jesus, and the origins of Mardi Gras. You're supposed to shove the baby inside the cake before you serve it. Whoever finds the baby gets a prize, or is saddled with the responsibility of hosting the next Mardi Gras. I don't have a small, plastic baby, and since I'm the only member of the household with an interest in Mardi Gras, I'm already burdened with next year's production. Bottom line, I omitted the baby from my recipe, but not before trying to make it work.

This is the smallest plastic baby in our house. Obviously, it wasn't going to work for us.

I really liked the end result, but it is so, so sweet. Maybe I'll retool it next year. If you're curious to see the original recipes I used to make this one, you can find them HERE, HERE, and HERE. You can see that I leaned most heavily on the one from allrecipes. 

Let us eat, and drink, for tomorrow we Lent. - The Bible (sort of)

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Gardening, Resilience, and Pep Talks

I stepped outside this morning, and saw a single, yellow bloom on one of my balcony plants:

This bloom is significant. Three weeks ago, I was sure this plant was going to die. The soil was completely infested with mealybugs. They'd chewed through the roots, and decimated the stalks. I made a snap decision to uproot the whole plant, and replace the soil. I didn't want to wait another day, and had to store the plant overnight in a bag of water. 

My tentative, uninformed foray into balcony gardening is teaching me about the resilience of plants. I was sure this plant was dead, yet here it is, blooming. 

Four years ago today, my cousin died by suicide. I try to write about it every year, in the hope that I will never take a phone call like that again. This year, I want to do something different. 

Last month, my Californian relatives sent us a nice package of goodies. Among the gifts was a box of greeting cards designed by Susan O'Malley. O'Malley was a Bay Area artist, whose work focused on engaging her community, and encouraging people to reach out to others. For one of her projects, she stood on a street and asked people what advice their 80-year-old selves would give them. These greeting cards are their responses. 

I'm an inexperienced gardener, but I'm a talented people watcher. I've watched people adapt to unbelievable circumstances. We all have a large capacity for resilience, but sometimes we need a little extra care to exercise it. In light of that, I'd love to share these Susan O' Malley pep talks. Why don't you pick a card, and I'll send it to you, with a short personal note, telling you why I like you. 

I'm generally realistic about the reach of these posts. In the off-chance that two people ask for the same card, send me a list of the top three cards you'd want to receive, and I'll make an executive decision as to who gets what.

Take care of yourself. And if you're in crisis, please find help.