Despite my love for fine food and dining out, there is nothing like a
home cooked meal. When talking to
some of my peers, colleagues and friends about food, a common theme arises and
that is there is something special about the food your own mother makes. A few people have mentioned how nothing
beats the way their mum makes that certain dish and how no other similar dish
can compare. I asked a colleague
once, is that because it is actually the best dish you have ever tasted or is
it only because that is the way you are used to having that particular dish
growing up? We both agreed that
perhaps it is the latter but regardless, mum’s cooking is more or less always
the best and for a more apt word - comforting. This post is dedicated to my mum on her
birthday.
I have lived in a different city from my parents for eight years of my
life and one of the things I miss most is mum’s cooking. The weekly ritual of noodle soup or
Cambodian style congee as we gather as a family for weekend lunches is
priceless. One thing about my mum
is that her fridge and pantry is always
overflowing with food. I think
about our family history and how we escaped war-torn Cambodia for a better life
in New Zealand. I think of the
people that starved, adults, children, and babies. Then I realise these people
are my family. As someone lucky to
be born after the horror that struck my birth nation, I have been told the
stories so can only imagine what my family went through. It is something I can barely fathom but
it is a reality. It is our history.
It is no wonder that the food in our family home is always plentiful and
my mum has always fed us well and continues to do so. She always cooks ample food, more than enough to feed an
army and is always very meticulous in the way she cooks. There is always a “proper” way of making
something. Here are my top two
favourite dishes that I crave for and no matter where I go, I cannot find it
anywhere where it tastes the same as they way my mum makes it.
Cambodian Noodle
Soup - Kuy Teav
The broth that my mum makes for her noodle soup is complex in its making
and therefore well-developed in flavour.
She makes it a few days in advance as she tells me that stock gets
better over a few days. I know she
uses a lot of bones hence the flavour, the true recipe however is not written
down and I have tried to mimic it but have fallen short. The amount of effort alone does not
always fit into my schedule which is why I always appreciated having it almost
every week when I lived in the same city.
The one pictured here is her “combination” served with beansprouts,
chicken, beef, squid, prawns, pork and some innards. Topped with coriander, spring onion, chilli sauce, fried
garlic and lemon, it is in my opinion the best noodle soup.
Nom Puchok
It is the familiarity of the food that I grew up with that I find
comforting as it brings back fond childhood memories. As far back as I can remember, I always watched my mum cook
and helped wherever needed - or ordered - with those tedious tasks of
preparation through to cleaning.
But through these experiences is where my cooking skills and my passion
for food originated and I will always be grateful for learning these skills as
a child to enable me to develop them further as an adult. Thank you mum for being my food mentor,
always feeding us well and of course, happy birthday!