Archive for the ‘the senses’ Category

Qingdao treats

Wednesday, July 7th, 2004

For sensory experience, last night in Qingdao was pretty golden. A swift jaunt was made to the local Carre 4 — a French company bringing China their version of Walmart. I bought some nice looking green and oolong teas sold in bulk and pitched in to get a cake for Lancelot (it was his birthday). Lancelot is not his real name, but many of the chinese students have created english names (loosely based on their true names) in order to help the westerners stop butchering their language. Similarly, I had someone translate my name into chinese characters so it could be pronounced more easily.

jeremy pronounced in chinese characters

Into the streets we went. The groups fractured and I found myself wandering Qingdao city with Lancelot from Beijing and Allan from Boston. First mission was to find out why there were tapped kegs of beer on so many sidewalks. Two yuan were handed over to someone sitting by a keg and a weighed kilogram of beer in a plastic shopping bag was handed over; along with a wrapped juice straw. A gross distortion of drinking capri-sun back in the day.

beer weighing

allan and lancelot with bags of beer

jeremy drink bag of beer

Drinking and talking, cultures colliding, we found ourselves next to an array of kebab stands selling various creatures cooked on sticks. Allan eyed the box of wiggling, larvae-like things. Some translations were made by Lancelot and we found they were silk worms. They were very strange to watch. One end of their body was spiraling round and round. Allan decided a new food discovery could not be passed up. 5 for 2 yuan. Onto a wooden stick they silk worms went. A yellow fluid oozed from them. I cringed. A sauce of hot spices was applied with a brush, and onto the grill they went. I ordered squid on a stick, a Qingdao specialty.

workin the kebab shop

live silkworms waiting for their skewer

Allan made little hesitation to try his new found food. He popped a cooked silkworm into his mouth and chewed heartily. “This is fairly disgusting”. He spat the remains into the bushes nearby. I offered some of my squid, which was great. After his bite of squid he said, “you should try the silkworm.” Though his experience offered humor, it did little to entice. “Oh come on,” he persisted, “you can have silkworm with a squid chaser.” I sighed.

silkworm and squid on a stick

Much hesitation ensued, but I found myself waving a stick of silkworms in front of me until finally, i was chomping down on one. Cooked, leathery flesh compressed between my teeth. The flavor of spice mingled with the fresh silkworm insides squeezed out like toothpaste from a tube. I chewed. It wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. It wasn’t so good, but it wasn’t terrible. It reminded me of scallop you’ve been chewing on too long.

jeremy eating the silkworm

Mango & Mint, part iii

Friday, June 4th, 2004

Three infusions were made.

  • Into vodka was placed mango and mint
  • Into vodka was placed mango, mint and cucumber
  • Into gin was placed mango and a bit of cucumber

They all have their pros and cons, though the gin infusion is possibly too strange to be practical.

Tonight’s cocktail is simple and enlightening: a Rickey made with mango, mint and cucumber infused vodka. It’s very nice and heading towards a finale. The next drink should have a small amount of simple syrup (1/2 teaspoon) to enhance the mango flavor, slices of mango and cucumber, and mint sprigs for garnish.

It was surprising how much the lime juice really brought the drink together. Whereas the lime seemed to force out the mango in the Mojango, in this drink it helps settle it in. We’ll see what happens when the simple syrup and garnish come into play.

Mango & Mint, part ii

Sunday, May 23rd, 2004

So we have not so bad, and we have bad. Tonight we had a bit of both and none of the definitely good. I sip upon a mango, chartreuse, vodka cocktail. Of note, color matters: green and yellow are not fine bedfellows, and my browinsh, baby shit colored cocktail tastes intriguing and looks repulsive.

When the juicer was whipped out, I knew bad things were in store. But desire for experimentation outweighed theories of chemical concentrations. Mint was juiced into a substance similar to wheat grass. It was a combination of minty and chlorophyll. Mango was juiced into a sludge reminiscent of “juiced” banana. The mixture was colorfully offensive and the flavor a sad attempt at being creative.

The Mojango was closer to something worth building. New theory: the mango is such a specific flavor, it would be best infused into a clean alcohol like vodka and honored in a subtle way. This means I need to look into the Chartreuse and vodka drinks, because I’d really like to find the combination of Chartreuese and mango to swoon my favorite bartender. I’m wary of a mango gin because of the strong personalities, but some experimentation will lend insight.

Mojango

Friday, May 21st, 2004

Nothing is so bad as that which is not so bad.

– The Scarlet Pimpernel

Tonight was the first experiment towards a mango & mint cocktail. With only enough light rum for a single drink, the Mojito was chosen as the basis to build upon: fresh mango was muddled with mint, lime, and simple syrup. The lime made me uneasy, but since I’m still feeling very lost and new at the art of cocktail creation, I am in a serious data collection role. Learning what flavors mismatch is as interesting as learning which flavors match.

The Mojango was a failure as a “mango & mint cocktail”. Although, not so bad, it literally tasted like someone had thrown some mango into a Mojito: there was little sense of a marriage between the mango and the rest of the flavors. The current theory is the problem lies with the lime. The lime brings together the Mojito so well, I’m not sure there is room for the mango. Hence, experiment #2: Mango Rum Smash.

Ghetto #1

Tuesday, May 18th, 2004

What happens when you run out of ice and your guests are asking for more alcohol? You aim for whatever you got refridgerated. In this case, there was a bottle of sweetened cranberry juice in the fridge.

These are rough estimates of what probably happened.

In mixing glass, no ice:

  1. 1-2 part gin
  2. 1 part freshly squeeze grapefruit
  3. 2-3 part sweetened cranberry juice (cold)
  4. Stir well

Pour above into cocktail glass:

  1. Add 1/2 – 1 oz tonic water
  2. Stir briefly
  3. Add lemon twist
  4. Serve with apology

While I was building this, I had an idea for a mango-mint drink. Something on the order of a mango mojito, the mojango. Experiment to come.