Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Thai Kitchen


The Little Man's grandmother has just moved in to a new Thai shop house. A shop house is a very simple and highly functional building. It looks a bit like a concrete garage, complete with roll down metal door. It's about as comfortable as a concrete garage, but it serves as business and home. In the case of Little's Gran, it's actually two businesses and a home. She sells the most excellent Thai food on the sidewalk, and her husband does Thai massage on the second floor. It's simple. Efficient. And, they are quite happy.

Though there's not a comfortable chair in the place, no chair, in fact, and the motorbike is likely as not parked right in the middle of the living room (it often serves as a chair), I love to visit. Because, Little's Gran can really cook.


Her kitchen is nothing to look at, but from this tangle of rubber hoses and jumble of plastic bags, she feeds her family and her neighbors some of the loveliest dishes you could ever hope to eat.


(And, she's shared with me a few of her best recipes. More on that very soon.)

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Thai Herbal Steam Sauna


Though I do go on about the food (a girl has to eat), I first came to the Kingdom to study Traditional Thai Medicine. As the Buddha's devoted followers made their way here more than 2500 years ago, they brought with them the Buddha's teachings, the Pali language, and their traditional healing practices. From these origins, Thai medicine took root. It is comprised of three branches; massage, herbal medicine, and spirit healing (a dense and fascinating topic... for another day).

I practice Thai massage, which is now to me not so exotic, but each time I return to Thailand I luxuriate in Thai herbal therapies. Knowledgable use of Thai herbs is deeply engrained in the Thai diet, in the preparation of traditional body products, and in the practice of massage and medicine.

When I was pregnant here it was common for women and men to stop my then-husband on the street and offer dietary advice for me and my big belly. And, when I was just home from the hospital, my dear friend Jomsi came on her motorbike for three days in a row with some of the weirdest dishes I'd ever eaten, all to support lactation. I ate fishy banana blossom curries quite happily, while my sister-in-law prepared warm buckets of herbal tea for me to pour over myself in the shower. And, I drank a cleansing hot tea that had me sweating from the pores on the back of my hands. It went on for three weeks, and I hated to see it all come to an end. I've never been so taken care of in my life.


One of the most accessible and loveliest experiences of Thai herbs can be had for the equivalent of about $4.00 U.S. It's an herbal steam sauna.


Because it is Thai, it is generally not posh (though you can find that if you need to spend top dollar). And, given the lack of building codes and safety standards, if you want a sauna, you just go ahead and build it. This is the one I've been frequenting. Its simple, but it's hot and deeply fragrant.

Thai people do not sauna like Europeans. You will never find a cold plunge here. Thai people are allergic to cold. Even my very Western pharmacist advised me recently against any cold liquids while fighting off a head cold. While the American in me would rather roll my eyes, I always submit to advice about food and temperature here. It got me through a pregnancy and natural birth with ease.


A Thai sauna begins with a shower (again, not posh), then you wrap yourself up in a bathing sarong (heavens, you thought you'd be naked! no way). Off in your rubber flip-flops to your little, private sauna room.


After a few minutes when your pores have opened, you gently massage the herbal scrub into your skin. The exfoliation supports absorption of the herbal essence in the steam. After fifteen minutes of herb infused steam and a good sweat, you go for a warm rinse and a glass of hot tea. When you have cooled a bit, in you go for your second round. Thai people refrain from showering off the lovely herbal scent which penetrates your skin and hair. Again, no cold drinks and no bathing for two hours to allow the herbs to do their work.

If you ask me, one Thai massage, one Thai foot reflexology, and one herbal steam sauna every couple of weeks, and we'd all live to be 110.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

More Stuff on a Stick


One of my most favorite meals in Northern Thailand is one we can easily replicate at home. Grilled sausages, slices of fresh ginger, fresh hot chilis, raw cabbage and slices of cold cucumber. Of course, eating it here means jabbing it all with a bamboo stick from a little plastic bag, as it is one of the loveliest street foods.

Northern Thai sausages are a blend of pork, spices and sticky rice. They are a bit more chewy and less meaty than a New York sausage, but that recommends them.

And, the chilis range from hot to downright incendiary. If you get "mouse dropping" chilis, watch out. These are tiny and hotter than hot. I had them a week ago, and given my long absense from Thailand, chomped them down without hesitation. Coughing fit. Tears. Smiles. It was great.

If you come to the house this summer for a barbecue, expect sticks and sausages... but, I'll give you a plate. I promise. (No worries. I've never seen "mouse dropping" chilis in the U.S.).

Pick Up Sticks


In Thai Buddhist temples, you will find many small opportunities to make merit, to improve your luck, and to learn about your future. Astrologers practice Thai astrology on the temple steps and palmistry. I've even known monks to take a look at your palm. And, there's this little game. Pick up the bamboo vase and give it a shake (a bunch of shakes, really) until one little spear of bamboo asserts itself.


Read the number on your stick and choose your fortune from the numbered drawers.


Usually addressing issues of money, love, and money. Pretty much in that order.

Signage Carnage


Now here's a guest house sure to prosper in the current depressed tourism market.

Brilliant, really. Stay home. It's cheaper than even your $5-a-night guest house.

Friday, January 08, 2010

Keep a Cool Heart


Thai people find us confusing. (It's mutual.) On my first long trip to Thailand, I spent a number of evenings chatting in English with a small group of Buddhist monks at Wat Phra Singh, one of Chiang Mai's most important temples. After many hours of polite inquiries on both sides about daily life, one of the monks finally shared with me why they found me so interesting. He said, "We love to watching you talk." Watch me talk, hmmm.... He added, "You move your face a lot. We think it funny." Indeed.

After a few more visits to Thailand and a few years living here, I now understand fully what he was getting at. Thai people do not emote. Not entirely true. They emote in a limited range. Happy is good. Anything else, pretty much bad. So, in Thai language there seems to be no word for "sad." Just "not happy."

Having been married for five years to a Thai man and lived with some of his family for long stretches, I can tell you the gap in emotional expression is Grand Canyon-esque. So, when you are frustrated, it translates, "not happy." Disappointed, "not happy." In mourning, "not happy." A little blue, "not happy." I beat the dead horse.


The positive side of this emotional state is that traveling in Thailand is unlike any other place you are likely to go. You meet smiles everywhere you go (note the Little Man's smiling grandparents above). No one will try to fleece you (except the occasional Bangkok taxi driver, but hell, that's Bangkok). Haggling at the market is all done in good humor. And, complete strangers will want to talk with you at length about where you are going and what you are doing. (Oh, yes... the notion of privacy is also a foreign one here.)

Be advised. Don't lose your cool. There are tons of expressions in Thai language for keeping cool. "Jai yen" (cold heart - actually a good thing). "Ar lom dee" (relax). "Mai kitmak" (don't stress). And, the ubiquitous "mai pen rai" (no big deal, or you're welcome, or no problem, or nevermind).

I once witnessed a Western guy dressing down a bank teller for some ridiculous banking error, and the entire staff just turned to placid, indifferent statues. I left. It was turning my stomach, actually. He likely went on and on. They likely waited him out.

What a country! You couldn't pick a fight here, if you wanted to. And, why would you want to? "Mai pen rai!"

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Barbecue Bucket


What Thai people love, more than anything, is being outdoors. Well, maybe not more than eating. Eating outdoors, now that's a grand slam.

So, when my Thai family gathered for New Year, there was barbecue. Shrimp as big as your index finger, pork ribs, and what you'd probably call "pig skin with subcutaneous fat" - not my most favorite, I must say.

What I love most about a Thai barbecue is the bucket. Think galvanized pail lined with a thick layer of clay. Three feet for resting a wok on and a vent low on the side.

If it didn't weigh about 10 kilos, I'd have brought one home many years ago. Some things you just have to enjoy where you find them, and walk away contented.

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Leaves and Sticks

A Western friend told me once that the Thai word for "container" is leaf. Banana leaves, specifically. Banana plants grow here like weeds. If one starts in your garden, your Thai neighbor will likely as not advise you to pull it out. Once a stand of bananas gets started, it can really take hold.

But, in terms of a disposable container, the banana leaf is sublime. An immediately renewable, natural resource. Perfect for holding, steaming, or roasting your food of choice.


The Little Man's first encounter with banana leaf containers was a big hit. Thai desserts all made with sticky rice, coconut, palm sugar, and a little peanut. What's not to like? Though he was offered a bamboo stick to eat it with, he protested preferring a spoon.


Mummy, however, loves eating food with sticks. Pounded fish cake with kaffir lime leaf dipped in sweetened rice vinegar with fresh cucumber and chilis. Oh, boy.

Monday, January 04, 2010

Spot the Potential Lawsuit 8


Loyal reader, you will of course remember the "Spot the Potential Lawsuit" game. In Thailand, it's just too freakin' easy. Open eyes. Look left. Spot two or three. Look right. Repeat. Since I never tire of this game, I offer you three quick shots in the category "cauldrons of boiling oil (or water)."


On Sunday evening, I and every other ambulatory human in Chiang Mai went to "Thanon Khun Dtern," literally "Street People Walk." The Walking Street is the best reason to live in Chiang Mai. Each Sunday beginning at 5pm, 2.5 km of city streets are closed to vehicular traffic and vendors and food purveyors line the sidewalks. This means Sunday dinner is always eaten on bamboo sticks and from banana leaf dishes (more on that soon).


It also means gallons and gallons of boiling palm oil and water sit just inches from the finger tips and skirt hems of passers-by. And, the Little Man doesn't get it. Thai kids grow up with these open hazards and mostly steer clear. My Little Man is not so savvy, so he rides safely in his little stroller a good meter or more from this potential lawsuit, happily jabbing his bamboo stick into gobs and gobs of sticky, sweet "khanom Thai" (Thai dessert).

Sunday, January 03, 2010

Almost Like Home


If you know us at all, you know that the Little Man is fascinated by mixers. We have spent many mornings hanging at the edge of the mixing bowl in our local bakery. Chiang Mai, happily, has a reasonable substitute, and last Sunday we confused this dear Thai baker by staring into his big mixer.


Chiang Mai's U.N. Irish Pub bakes the best bread in the city. Full stop. And that means that the spirits of the shop (and, as you know, all places have their resident spirits) get daily offerings of freshly baked bread. Most Thai spirits must satisfy themselves with rice, whiskey, and cigarettes. I'm thinking that the spirits of the Irish Pub may be a little thick around the middle, if you know what I mean.


What's missing, of course, is the real reason we bundle up in coats, hats, and mittens to get to our local bakery every morning. It's who we find when we get there. Oh, the feeling of walking in and seeing someone (actually quite a few someones) genuinely glad you came in out of the cold.

Saturday, January 02, 2010

At Last... Yum


Because I lived in Thailand for three years, friends assume I can cook Thai food. Wrong. My own cooking tends toward "American blendy." What shear delight it is to be back with the cuisine of my heart. (Yes, I know I complained about it endlessly when I was pregnant, but that was just my cells demanding home food.)

Pad Thai. The mac and cheese of Thailand. Fishy, salty, sweet (but not too sweet), crunchy and chewy. What more could you ask of a simple dish?

On my second long visit to Thailand, I spent a few short days living with the Thai nuns at a temple in Rayong. Everything in Thailand was a mystery to me then, and when I arrived in their little house, they were cooking, of course. Mer Shi, in her white cotton shirt and sarong, had her hands wrist deep in a metal bowl filled with brown liquid. After working it with her fingers, she pulled out veiny white matter and small kidney-red stones. I was horrified. Flora or fauna? I was sure it was snake guts.

On that visit, I never figured it out. Many visits later, I understood that she had been extracting the sweet, sticky, mahogany colored tamarind paste from the hulled pods which grow on this delicate tree. Tamarind paste is sweet-sour and the required ingredient for an authentic Pad Thai.

You will find American recipes which substitute ketchup. Feh... Luckily, I have a little tamarind paste in my frig in frozen New York. Yippee! When I get home, real Pad Thai is in our near future. Promise.


And, while we're at it, why not a little Plaa Tap Tim Taut? (Are you hungry yet?)

Friday, January 01, 2010

Pi Mai (That's New Year to You and Me)

In Thailand, New Year comes but three times a year. You get January 1st. You get Chinese New Year. And, you get Songkhran in mid-April. Each one is a little different, but with Thai people involved there is always lots of temple visiting and lots of whiskey (contradictory, I know, but there you have it).

Last night all over Chiang Mai there were not-so-minor explosives of the fireworks variety, whiskey and Thai barbecue on the sidewalks in front of shop houses, and thousands of paper lantern balloons streaming into the full moon sky carrying away our bad luck from 2552 (Buddha year).

I spent the evening at Wat Phra Singh were there was a temple fair with great street food and live traditional music. Cars with Bangkok plates streamed through the main gate depositing the wealthy children of local Chiang Mai families. They had come to make merit, donations small and large to the temple to assure good luck in 2553.

The little boy lit his first khom, a paper hot air balloon twice his size, and followed it until it disappeared in a small stream of glowing dots.

In the morning before 6 am, my Thai neighbors began rattling around in their little apartments preparing to feed the monks on their first alms round of the New Year. Monks (and helpers to carry bags of food and small necessities) walked the street barefoot and blessed the good men and women of Chiang Mai for their perpetual care of the sangha.

Those who rose a little later made their way to the city's scores of temples to make merit with incense, candles, and more gifts for the monks. The temples are beautifully decorated with flags, festoons, flower garlands, and these lucky zodiac flags. A long line of people waited at the main chedi of Wat Phra Singh to respect the Buddha and hang their lucky flags. (The novice monks made their way around the chedi every once in awhile to collect and redistribute the flags to the parade of new arrivals.)

The little boy had quite a day. He met and prayed with many kindly monks. He lit his first tambon candle, and he continued his fascination with Buddha images, large and small. Something that he has expressed since before he could express much of anything.

It was a lovely beginning to what is sure to be an exceptional year. Vast love to our loyal readers and Sawadee Pi Mai to you too!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

What We Love About This Place


The first few days in Thailand are always a bit of a shock to the system. Yes, the weather is warm and sunny in winter. Yes, the food is amazing. Yes, you can buy dinner for the equivalent of $2 U.S. (and a fancy dinner, at that).

But, it's gritty, smokey, and the sewer gasses could drop a grown man to his knees (regardless of this, tourists insist on sitting in bamboo chairs set right over the sewer channel at the edge of the street). You can smoke anywhere, and you might as well, given the air you're breathing anyway.

After you've been back a few hours, you remember why you came. It's the people. Thai people are gentle, kind, giving and happy. Yes, happy. Where I live most of the year, about half of the population seems to be on antidepressants. I think they just need a little loving kindness, the kind that Thai people give you each day, all day.


My little man (because I left my big man at home) has been loved up one side and down the other by every man, woman, and wandering teenager that he's met. He's confused. Americans just don't stop children on the street (that's total strangers) and caress their cheek, ask their name, and tell them they are handsome. He's already like family at the noodle shop where we eat breakfast every morning. For Thai people, if there is an opportunity for joy, no matter how small, it doesn't go by.

Americans could learn a thing or two from Thai people. And, this is why we have come back, after a long, long spell in the U.S..

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Culture. Shock.

After a week in Khlong Lodt village, Trat Province Thailand, the wee family flew to L.A. Yes, from my husband's dusty, little Thai village right smack dab into one of the biggest cities in the USA. (What was I thinking?) Culture. shock.


While my feeble brain continues to chip away at the "where have we landed?" question, I thought I could appease you with this little photo essay. An essay on plumbing, or should I say water. My mother-in-law's and my brother's, as we have now crossed the country for a rest in Florida, the land of hot-AND-cold-RUNNING (and window screens, mattresses, sheets, flush toilets, air conditioning, dish washers, garbage disposals, dish tv, wireless internet, alarm systems, ice makers, microwaves... oh, you get the point).


I'll miss dipping water out of the clay pots, but boy, that hot shower feels nice!

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Thanks All Around

Okay, I know what I said about this good-luck-and-protection game. But, I do believe in the power of thank-you.


With great humility for our very good fortune these past few years in Chiang Mai, the Wee Family today offered its thanks in the traditional Thai way. We carefully arranged our nine types of fruits (a lucky number) and offered them up to Dr. Shivaka, the Father of Thai massage, with sincere thanks for a very successful run at teaching massage and spreading the good work (through nearly 300 students) to 38 countries in the world.


And, we gave nine more beautiful fruits to the spirits who dwell in the little spirit house just inside the front gate. Without their kind protection, our luck in family and business might have been quite different (and given that the lights here sometimes switch on and off without our intervention, thanks are a very good idea).


Of course, we could not leave this ancient city which is the heart of the original Lanna Kingdom without offering our sincere thanks to the Three Kings, who in their lifetimes unified a group of city-states into the Kingdom that we know today. As you may recall, the Three Kings have listened closely to Amnat's prayers for good luck on a couple of important days (like the day before Little was born and the day before the big visa interview). He wanted to be sure to show his gratitude. How, you ask? We made them lunch!


Sure, nine fruits, but also a chicken and some Mirinda (freakishly bright fizzy stuff the likes of which the Kings surely never experienced in corporeal form). We placed our thank-you picnic at the feet of the Kings in the local square then waited a decent interval (while they ate) before leaving our flower garlands behind and taking the little lunch back down the street. We gave the (lucky) chicken to our friend Jomsi, who chopped it up nicely, and we've been snacking on fruit all afternoon (oh, and the prison guards got some too).


So, having made the rounds with gratitude and thanks, tomorrow we head to the airport for a week in Khlong Lodt village and a monk's ordination ceremony (more on that later, for sure) before we take the big flight off to L.A.

Good-bye, Thailand. Hello, USA!

Friday, April 20, 2007

Green Mango

(Okay, you know the packing for the big move is finished, when I have time for THREE posts in one night.)


It's green mango season, and we are flush. This year, for the first time in a long time, all the mango trees in our neighborhood are fruiting. Why? Those lovely bees who swarmed and landed in our garden a few months ago. They've been busy, and we are reaping the reward.

You're right. Why would you eat them green, when they are nectar-of-the-gods ripe? Critters. Every living thing will get to them ahead of you, so we happily buy our ripened (and surely heavily sprayed) ones at the market, and pucker up on the crunchy "organic" ones from home.

(Amnat keeps giving them to our students and saying "no chemical," something he's learned from me; but last week, one of them said, 'except the ones that fall with the rain.' Where did all that smog go, anyway?) We do our best.

Buddhist Bling

Thai people like amulets. They like them a lot. They wear them for (I know you know already) good-luck-and-protection. Men wear them. Women wear them. School children wear them. Even babies wear them (as well as bells on their ankles, but that's another story). My husband wears one. I even have one. I don't wear mine much. It means a lot to me, because it was given to me by Pichest, my massage teacher; but (shhhh... don't tell anyone) I don't believe that it actually protects me. This is where my Thai friends and I part company.


Lately I've noticed a new trend in the wearing of amulets, which I would characterize as Buddhist bling. Usually, a serviceable amulet is about the size of a good ole American quarter. Ladies often have more delicate dime-sized ones. And, Pichest advised me to keep my amulet inside my shirt. It's not fashion, after all, it's protection, damn it. But, Buddhist bling is big. Really big. And, it's always outside the shirt. And this is why....

The King has one. We didn't know this until recently, but apparently (and how we know this I cannot imagine) his amulet is very powerful. You see, he was in a hospital and a nurse tried to administer an injection. The needle would not enter his skin. (Serious protection.) She asked him to remove his amulet (affording her a view of it), and was then able to finish her work.

Word got out. It's a good one. It comes from a particular temple, made by the monks there and prayed over to imbue it with special power. Everyone wants one just like it. Thai people are running, not walking, to the amulet vendors in such numbers that several elderly people have died in the crush and the price of these amulets has jumped from 10 baht to 2,000.

So, today my friend Jo comes to visit, and he's all aflutter because HE'S GOT ONE. And, he bought it from a monk, no less. A monk who (bought low) and verifies that additional prayer has fortified it's power.


Imagine this encased in glass in a stainless steel locket and hanging around your neck on an amulet chain. It's about the size of your stomach (the organ, that is) before lunch. And, when one of these comes walking at you up the street, you just can't miss it. AND, you know the guy (usually) who's wearing it survived the stampede to lay down his 2,000 baht (significantly more than half of my mother-in-law's monthly wage). Bling.

How do I know all this, you ask? Why, Jo told me. Jo who speaks about as much English as I speak Thai, but we muddle through. I missed some of the finer points, but I get the message. Buy one of these and you get RICH. Jo's friend has one, and he found 5,000 baht laying on the street at the local market. Since Jo has had his, his little massage shop has generated revenue every day.

Curious. A Buddhist amulet made by monks at a very important temple in the Kingdom, and it brings you... money? Not enlightenment. Not freedom from suffering. Not good health. Not even love. It brings cold, hard cash. And, who are those people stampeding to get one? The hopeful poor.

Rain, Merciful Rain

As you may recall (or may have heard in the news), we in Chiang Mai have been living under a smog blanket for quite some time. For the past few months, I've been feeling it thicken, and thicken, and thicken while we've waited for the rains that inevitably begin to fall in April. Mind you, it hadn't rained a single drop since mid-November. Oh sure, last week during the Songkran Festival (some day I'll tell you about it), a few pitying drops fell. Just enough to whet our appetites.

And, then Wednesday it happened. Rain. Great gusts of wind and drenching sheets of stormy rain.


We rushed around pushing the windows shut and feeling the over-spray on our faces and arms. Our neighbor's kitchen gutter finally filled the dish pan out back. And, when it was all over about twenty minutes later, we could see clearly, for the first time in months, the outline of Doi Suthep, the mountain behind the house. There have been many days recently when the mountain wasn't even there. And, this morning, as Little and I walked back from the coffee shop, I could see not only the outline of the mountain, but individual trees and the red roof and shining gold pagoda of the temple near the peak. Ah, fresh air.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Progress

As you know, Little and I are in the habit of perambulating within the walls of our fair moated city on a daily basis. The little stroller has gone from portable bed (for a sleepy newborn) to barcolounger on wheels from which he can survey his kingdom and his people. And, survey he does, spinning his little head left and right and craning his neck around to catch all the details. The kingdom is so damned interesting that you've just got to lean forward and hold onto the rail to urge the rolling barcolounger (and the servant who's pushing it) on.


As you also know, the coffee shop is a favorite destination for the little prince and me. From the shop, we can see the passing push carts, tuk-tuks, truck taxis, motorbikes, and cars and the mish-mash of tourists and Thais taking good care of them.


On a recent visit, just about the time that Little was beginning to comprehend the meaning of wave-bye-bye, something happened which again highlighted the contrasts and odd juxtapositions of this place. He peered across the street and lifted a hand to silently wave-bye-bye to the little boy and his mum who live across the street.


I've been wanting to tell you about this little boy for some time, because his name is Gress. Well, that's actually his nickname. His full name is Progress, and he is the little brother of Gram. Oh, you're way ahead of me. Yes, short for Program. And, what to do parents do? They run a dusty, dark internet shop opposite our little latte heaven. And, Gram spends his days (long twelve-hour working days) in the arms of his mother on the sidewalk or in the shop. The names, while incomprehensible to me, represent their parents' wish to bring good luck to these little boys. The irony of this is not lost on me. Gram and Gress are growing up in a poorly lit, unventilated shop at the edge of a busy, sooty street where backpackers need to check their e-mail.

We've tried to strike up an interaction with Gress a few times, but nothing comes of it. He's the same age as Little, but a bit bleary, often recovering from a chest cold (no kidding). As he is carried most of the day, he is a bit passive (try carrying Little for more than fifteen minutes and you've got a bucking bronco in your arms). The pathos of Gress is palpable.

On the day that Little tried to engage Gress from across a busy street (I still can't believe he did it), Gress's mom saw Little waving and looked a bit stunned.

Comparisons between babies are inevitable, but comparisons between lifestyles and the opportunities they afford can be harsh. Not that I know what I'm doing raising this little boy. My biggest fear is that we're somehow hindering his natural (and fascinating) ability to learn. And, while he is as much Thai as he is American, we have decided to raise him largely in the West where he'll have much more opportunity... to progress.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Recycle Men

They are everywhere, all the time. It's the only way anything gets recycled, and it probably works better than any mandatory municipal program.


I find these guys fascinating. Their bikes and motorcycles are clever examples of make-do engineering. And, if you think New Englanders are frugal, you should hang out with some Thai people. Given that almost nothing gets thrown away to begin with, it's amazing that these guys find anything worth putting back in circulation.