One of my favorite memories of my trip to Indochina was a humble hands-on cooking class I received in a rural Cambodian home.
My first project was to purchase eggs at the local market. Simple right? Not so. I was given the exact amount of money needed for my purchase. I didn’t see this as a problem until a swarm of very persistent children descended on us like vultures to a carcass. They used their best sales tactics to try to pry our money away from us by dangling baubles and bangles, old teeth, rocks and other found treasures in our face. I had to stay strong if I wanted to cook. So I pressed on.
Fish, fish and more fish… where were the eggs hiding? Continue Reading →