Rabu, 14 September 2011

Indonesian Oxtail Soup

Like most of the current celebrated recipes in the East Asia & Pacific region, it was born out of a necessity to make the most use of all and whatever food resources one had in the kitchen to feed the entire family.  As recent as the 2nd world war, the usual Indonesian family consisted of about 6 children. Thus, the level of necessity to feed the entire family under limited economic means resulted in creativity.  This is well reflected in the creativity of our beef dishes. 

If a family was to decide to slaughter their cow then all, i.e. brains, tail and skin, would be processed in such a way that it would turn into something tasty and edible. Hence the birth of the Oxtail Soup.  It is such a loved and sought out dish that any respectable Indonesian Restaurant was obligated to place in their menu; you wouldn't even dare to think of excluding it.

At home, this is how I cook it.  Bear in mind that this is a recipe that starts at least 6 hours before it is actually eaten. 

Ingredients:
2 local oxtail OR 1.5 kg of imported oxtail {imported oxtail are usually bigger and have more fat} cut in the joint areas or about 2 cm each
5 gr (1 teaspoon) of freshly grated nutmeg
5 cloves
8 shallots, peeled but left whole
3 garlic, crushed with coarse sea salt
3 spring onions, cut into 3 {include green leaves}
3 celery, cut into 3 {include green leaves}
1 tomato
1 carrot, peeled cut into 3
1 potato, peeled cut into 4
2 belimbing wuluh, cut into 2 {member of the starfruit family, small, green & tart - it dissolves trans fat :)}
80 ml cooking oil
30 gr (2 tablespoon) sugar
salt & pepper to taste

Additional ingredients to add after the soup is cooked:
2 spring onions, cut into 1 cm pieces {include green leaves}
3 tomatos, cut into 16 pieces
3 potatoes, peeled and cut into 16 pieces
2 carrots, peeled, halved and cut into 1/2 cm pieces

Pairing Condiments:
Candlenut crackers
golden crisp fried shallots
local green lemon {cut into 4}
sweet Indonesian black soya sauce {kecap manis}
Birdseye chili sauce {steam red Birdseye chili, pound with lemon, shallots, salt & sugar to taste}
Steamed jasmine pandan rice

Method:
1. In a stock pan {one with a lid}, heat oil, then stir fry shallots, garlic, spring onion, celery, tomato, carrot, potato and belimbing wuluh until very fragrant {about 2 minutess}. 
2. Add sugar to this stir fry and cook for another minuet.
3. Add 2.5 L of drinking water, add nutmeg and clove, place the lid, and let this cook to a rolling boil.
4. Uncover, lower heat, then put in the oxtail in. Cook uncovered under low heat for about 2 hours or until meat is tender.
5. Take the oxtail meat out, place in a clean glass bowl, let it cool and cover with plastic wrap. Refrigerate.
6. Drain the soup through a stock sieve 2x. Use a white cheese cloth if possible to catch all the impurities from the beef, as this can make the stock go sour. Drain clear soup stock into a new clean pan with lid and discard all the other ingredients. Place the soup stock into the refrigerator for at least 2 hours.
7. After two hours, all the fat would of harden and surfaced. Skim the fat and discard.
8. Reheat the clear soup stock, add the additional ingredients, let cook for 5 minutes.
9. Add the oxtail meat and cook for another 10 minutes.

After this, the soup is ready to serve.

To Serve:
Usually, we would have the white fluffy rice already plated.  Then the ladled soup will be in a separate bowl.  Once that is done, we would add a squirt of the green lemon, soya sauce and chili sauce to the soup according to our taste.  The candlenut crackers can be crushed and scattered on the soup with the crisp fried shallots or placed on the side of the rice plate.

Sabtu, 16 Juli 2011

About Hope...

Since the 1st of July, I leave home at around 6.15 am by ojeg (motorcycle taxi) to go to the office. So usually if all goes well, I get to the O at around 07:15 am.  Usually my other morning glory friends are Ratri and Satrya.  But Satrya's left us for Bali now; so its only Ratri and I.

I was really pleasantly surprised that Ratri set aside some time to talk to me last Friday morning.  She shared with me her opinion on coffee, food and dieting...Dieting being of real interest to me since it's such an on-going occurence.

Focusing on the subject of dieting, our conversations turned to lifestyle and life in general.  And  of that I received a valuable message:  "You cannot turn down Hope Winny.  You just can't", Ratri said.  Wow...

Now you know how sometimes, words that are conveyed to you resignate a certain chyme that rings through your whole physical and emotional being? I always say that I believe this is how God speaks to us.  That because God cannot talk to us directly, he picks certain people and events to answer our deepest questions, our prayers and other things we save in our hearts and minds. Thoughts and desires we don't necessarily want other people to know.  And sometimes, you'll be surprised at who or what God chooses to convey that message.

I gave up hoping a long time ago...since my divorce to be exact.  It hasn't been easy for me in the years after that either.  And it wasn't until a very devastating and trying period in my life last year, that I actually decided I wanted to hope again...to reclaim my life. So I can stand again; so I can experience a sense of rebirth. 

Of all the things that Ratri shared with me, one of the things I got was: I can't really say I want to reclaim a life, if I don't dare to hope again.  "Instead of seeing it as a fearful unknown, why don't you see it as an exciting unchartered map? Where you can decide on what you want to put on your map," she said to me.  *sigh* Wow! if coffee hadn't electrify my grey matter, Ratri just jolted it on me. GBU Ratri, I thank you kindly.

Most of all, Thank you God.  Alot of times I really don't get what You are trying to teach me; I don't understand what good You are trying to give me.  So I'm very grateful for the people and things that You choose for me.  God is Almighty, God is Loving. 

Selasa, 12 Juli 2011

Pondering on Liars

As I sit at my desk this morning, waiting for the mandatory IT security set ups to work its magic on my office computer, I can't help but ponder at my personal experience yesterday.

I was very fortunate that my father had served in the Indonesia Ministry of Foreign Affairs as a diplomat some years back, so during my growing years I had already travelled the world. 

There was a period in dad's professional career where he was posted in Yugoslavia, with an attachment to Greece. At the time, due to the limited schooling options, I was sent to the Netherlands to go to the Sekolah Indonesia Netherland (SIN) for a while. Then moved to Germany to attend Bonn American High School (BAHS) and graduate from my tertiary education. 

So during the summer holidays, I was so lucky to enjoy Belgrade and Athens. I would travel on train alone with my Eurorail student pass from Germany, through the Czech Republic, weaving by Slovenia and Croatia, enjoying the mountain views of Austria, before being embraced by my mother in Belgrade.  It was the 80's, I was a teenager and it was a very special time.

Recently, thanks to Facebook and Blackberry, some of us from the Indonesian Community and the Sekolah Indonesia Beograd (SIB) Belgrade were able to reconnect. Following much laughter and reminiscence, a small number of us made the suggestion to have a reunion.  It was a simple idea; to get together and extend the cheerie laughs.

However, for me personally...I was surprised to see that some people immediately saw this as a business project. Not that it's wrong or anything.  To me that just means it has a different purpose; a twist in the simple act of getting together with friends. I mean, if you see this as a profitable opportunity: Congratulations.  But I don't want to be a part of your party then... I don't want to be related to you as you make other people work, so that you can make a buck, have free food and claim the glory of this being "your" successful project.

Then of course comes the outpour of justifications, i.e. that I'm doing this for the unity of the group, the benefit of all, it's a non-profitable project bla bla bla...Mmm, ok...if you want me to buy your lie, how come out of all this you haven't mentioned the actual date of the reunion? how come it's not in your schedule?

See that's what makes me ponder about liars.  Liars think they're so smart because they have wrapped the lie as a strategy, believing that they're in control of all the facts - have made the extreme efforts to hide it - they believe that people won't know; that people won't see.  And that's where they fall.  By believing they control the facts, they believe that they're smarter and unconsciously treat other people as being stupid.  Well, here's the thing...SURPRISE!!! we're not stupid and we see very clearly what you are doing. 

Tell me this...if you want the money (and don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with wanting money) why don't you just do it professionally?  As a project, make it an event proposal to the country client. Then if you're really great, they will pick you regardless of any other matter, right? But don't piggy back on someone else's access to facilities and good cause. You're tinting the colorfull reunion with your murky shade.  It actually leaves a stink; meaning you stink dear...Go take a shower and get all that smelly dirt off.

If you need a professional business proposal guideline and don't have the book yet, please google.  At least, they can give that to you for free and will even go the extra mile to put up with your lies.

Senin, 11 Juli 2011

Lunch with friends











I truly believe that everyday a window opens up to me. This window graces me with inner knowledge, so that I learn something new... everyday. 

Today my window gave me the importance of sparing my noon hour with a friend.  I think I should do this more often, one friend at a time.  Because there will always be work waiting for me, there will always be some task, some responsibility to be ticked off.  So having just one hour with one friend while I'm munching away, not only provides me with the food that my body needs...it provides my heart, my sanity, with nourishment.

Today my window opened to Wida.  Beautiful Wida.  If she was an artist, actor or celebrity, I would be one of her biggest fans. But she's not (or not yet) and I'm very lucky she's always accessible and that I'm able to call her my friend.  She's one of those rare people who is grounded, honest, sincere and humble.  Who doesn't care squat diddle if you're royalty or pauper, she will not waste your time and treat you as you treat her.

We met at the brand new restaurant at Plaza Senayan, Union.  Although the service is still rather slow - considering they've only opened two weeks and is constantly rockin packed full - and cutlery doesn't seem to follow the dishes as they are presented (meaning: there's another 10 minuets for the cutlery to show up), the food is just fab! Calamari with putanesca, Boston chowder, real garden salad with the precise 3 minuet boiled egg, pan-seared scallops with aglio olio, burgers and steak, roast baby chicken, generously sized donuts and cakes...real lemon juice and oh so thick ice chocolate... OMG!!!! Yum-O.. This is my new love....

Anyways...It started as a light update over pasta, and Lord& Behold I started talking more about my woes and worry. And as always, she will share with me her opinion in a way that makes me sit up and pay attention.  You know, God cannot talk to us directly...it will make us go crazy...So God talks to us through our friends. How blessed, eh? and you will know it because those kind of talks will somehow feel like a deep synchronized chime in your head and heart.

It's really incredible that when Wida expresses her mind, I listen and shift my view of things differently without feeling stupid about it. Because Wida has the unusual skill of balancing what she expresses clearly while at the same time providing space for me to save face. Meaning...I don't end up wanting to dig my head into the ground or pretend to faint due to my own foolishness.

I mean when I think about it, I remember times when I even regretted sharing non-emotional things with my doctor...suppressing the spontaneous urge to clobber him as I'm at the cashier counter.  Let alone something that stirs the heart. 

That's why Wida is truly beautiful to me.  My sanity check angel, who doesn't bow arrow me for my silliness but holds out a wisdom mirror for me...so that I don't end up wacking my own head, but instead go and take a hot shower, contemplate on how I should step forward, and come out fresh.

My God...how grateful I am because of her.  Wida and my 12 other arisan friends actually... but today, my inner knowledge came from Wida. Her attention and sincerity is of infinite value...it cannot be bought. 

I don't think I can ever provide to her the same generosity. How can anyone ever top that? There can only be one Wida.  But what I can do is write about her, about her awesomeness, her totality... and I can pray for her.  Dear God, please Bless this beautiful woman with good health and happiness. For she has given me so much more.  Aamiin