Showing posts with label Crabs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crabs. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 10, 2021

DACHSHUNDS

Years ago I wrote an essay that was more like a rant than a serious view expressed cogently. Which, for folks just tuning in, is something that happens here rather a lot. Because this blog is a soap box, and I need to express my sanity somehow. In it I lauded a particular kind of canine, because I am an animal person. I like furballs.

Dogs were not the subject of the post.
But they took over.

WOOF!

I've been a bachelor for several years now. The alternative might be worse, but I'm not striving to change. Life with no dogs, cats, or significant other, is not so bad. There's tea, books, my pipe collection and tobaccos to smoke in it, and fascinating stuff on Wikipedia.
Plus dabbling in graphics, and reading disturbing news items.
In between I take walks, work a few days each week, take care not to insult the people with whom I come in regular contact, and sleep.


You'll be glad to know I do not hang around in bars ogling loose men or women, take all of my medicines regularly, eat well though peculiarly, and like observing people, so I'm not some antiquated antisocial old fart.


And I get along well with animals. Other than food and head-rubbies, they're not demanding.



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Thursday, November 19, 2020

SOMETHING ONLY A CHINESE WOMAN WOULD DO

As frequent readers should know by now, I live in the same apartment as a person who is NOT a vegetarian or vegan, likes food, and is inordinately fond of crustaceans. Crabs, lobsters (very especially lobsters) and others of that ilk. And in enumerating these characteristics, what has been perfectly described is a Cantonese woman.

As anyone who has been exposed to the type recognizes.

Normal Cantonese women like crabs and lobsters.

If the space aliens land in Chinatown, they will be eaten. Flying saucers are wok-shaped. I sure hope our visitors from planet hickimajigger have taken note, and realize how incredibly dangerous this planet is; we have cantonese women!
They're all over the place. Except Antarctica.
Go to frozen places, space aliens.
It's safe there.
Walking her crabs is something that ONLY a Chinese woman would do.


From this we can deduce not only that space aliens have visited Earth, but are at this very moment training a vast penguin army to take over and impose civilization. Pretty soon we will be on leashes, being walked through the streets like so many domesticated animals.
Fed yummy treats if we're good. Or punished if we skitter.
You can blame Cantonese women for that.



As a side note, I always give my crabs or lobsters names while they're in the sink, before dumping them in the boiling water to cook. As a tribute to their loveable personalities.




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Monday, October 19, 2020

MOIST KNIGHT IN MUTED ARMOUR

It is cooler today, which suits individuals living in areas along the coast. Inland, of course, they are lamenting, because they can no longer run around naked at mass political rallies ..... which one imagines them doing at the drop of a hat. And it is nearly crab season. Which in the interior of this country means an infestation in the short hairs caught by attending mass political rallies with nothing but a stupid red ball cap on. Such as is distressingly common.

During cooler weather the crabs are more likely to come up on shore to enjoy a nice smoke, visiting their little hutches and lockers above the highest tides, retrieving their prized Charatan Pipes and birth-year Dunhills, and other briars, as well as stashes of Penzance Pipe Tobacco, Erinmore Flake, and that old tin of Edgeworth Extra High grade Sliced Pipe Tobacco from the old days, of which there is a little left at the bottom, rich and figgy-toasty. Earthy. Nutty.

They light up, and reverie descends.

As well as the wandering anti-smoker, who snatches up our dreamy decapodean American for Cioppino, damn them.

Even the Vegans, because tofu cioppino just doesn't taste right.

My heart bleeds for the brachurians.
Enjoying their fine smokes.
And cooler weather.



The rest of us, those who are sensible, also enjoy such things. Yesterday my feet were in pain all day, swollent inside their exoskeletons, and moving around was in a word, crablike. Not so much skittering or sideways, but gingerly with short steps. When a random person (a certifiable idiot) visiting work remarked "beautiful weather", I would have ripped his head off with my dextrous claws, if I had had those.

Lots of tea. A few bowls of Solani Virginia Flake 633, which is balanced by a very subtle inclusion of Perique, and is somewhat light, being sweet with a touch of earthy astringency. Very pleasing. An old-school pipe tobacco. Needs hardly any drying before loading, lights easily, smokes down to a few dry scraps. Allegedly has honey added, but I do not taste any, and it does not feel sticky to the touch as many such products would.

Seems to treat my Savinelli DeLuxe with the long pencil shank rather well. And vice versa. Sometime today the other Savinelli DeLuxe may be loaded with it. Haven't decided yet.
Probably also going to enjoy a bowl of Astleys 109.
Later. Much later. After tea time.
Ethereal perfume.




TOBACCO INDEX


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Sunday, October 18, 2020

BLUE CRABS

Years ago my apartment mate was raving about the taste of blue crabs. Two days ago, Charles in New Hampshire reacted to a recent drawing by commenting: "Love the crab. I need a bluecrab painting like this one!"


Well, given that he's a good friend, works in Fresh Water Management, AND shows evidence of fine culinary tastes, I made him one.

Both the blue crab above, and the original crab below are pipesmokers, as you can plainly see. This explains why crabs come ashore frequently and skitter along the beach. You can not smoke a pipe underwater, it interferes with the taste of good tobacco.

Salt water is also not conducive to aging tobacco.
The crabs have already complained about it.
Strongly worded letters to the editor.

They are justifiably upset.
Crabby.




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Thursday, October 15, 2020

IMAGINING WETTER WEATHER

Some creatures really don't like heat. Crabs. UPS drivers. Teabags. Ancient Dutchmen in San Francisco. Yesterday it hit eighty eight degrees in late afternoon, and consequently I had the worst night's sleep that I can remember. It is presently 86° here, and I will shortly head out to front steps with a pipe to await the UPS driver with my delivery.

The next person to say "such lovely weather we're having" may get clobbered. If sufficient energy can be built up. Just wait a day or two, and when I see you again, provided it is cooler, I'll hit you.

AN ANCIENT DUTCHMAN

There ought to be a law against such temperatures. Expect another strongly worded letter to the editor.

Lizards, of course, love weather like this. There they are, gaily disporting themselves in the tall wet grasses, looking for their golfballs and smoking their cigars with their friends, or playing tennis and exclaiming "jolly good show old man, oh well done", for all the world showing off how damned miserably comfortable they are. The odious beasts.

This blogger, as you might expect, hates golf in the United States.

The game is supposed to be played in inclement weather, in a colder climate, by people dressed in woolens being rained on. Or sheltering from the downpour in a copse of trees or a hutment beyond the fifteenth green because otherwise they can't keep their pipes lit.

And cursing both the American businessmen AND the doctors' wives who insist that they too need to play. They are all in the clubhouse having gin and sherry and waiting for the rain to end, which explains why you're out here. Can't smoke in the clubhouse anymore, neither the American businessmen nor the doctors wives will shut the hell up, they're getting quite swozzled, and it's not teatime

yet, so a civilized refreshment cannot be had.

Well, at least the tin of flake is dry.
A pipe with no one else around is a slice of heaven.
Even if you are limp from the heat.
Astley's No. 109.




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Tuesday, March 01, 2016

CRABS ARE VERY MESSY, THAT'S WHY!

Though the sun is presently shining, there are clouds on the horizon. Literally. There are clouds. By Thursday we will no longer be enjoying the typical California summer weather that has been so nice the past week or two, but will be starting to shiver indoors while the rain buffets our suburban ranch-style houses with carports. The forecast is that storms will soak Northern California at least until mid-month.

The East-Coast has been socked by winter weather, now it's our turn.

Freezing!



Temperatures averaging mid-sixties.

Being the type of comfort-minded cozy pervert that I am, I immediately thought of refreshing nudity, a luxurious couch or sofa, and several cups of hot tea, while enjoying drumming sounds from the street outside barely visible beyond the slat-blinds. Perhaps with a pipe or two of a Virginia-Perique tobacco mixture (the smell is profoundly old-fashioned, and reminds you of college professors and your granddad), and the company of a young lady equally engaged, perhaps reading a book about seafood cookery.

Which, now that the crab-scare is over, is appropriate.

Is there a recipe we haven't tried yet?

Dungeness crabs!


Mid-sixties. That's cold! We'll finally understand what all those belly-aching folks in Philadelphia and New York are feeling. Cold wet weather, nudity, hot tea, fragrant tobacco, and silky-skinned companions. Plus crabs!

Mayonnaise!



Unfortunately, I live at the back of the building and have no couch. That puts a damper on that. And, being a grumpy middle-aged troll, there naturally is no silky-skinned warm young lady to read about crab cookery either.
Or a fresh crab and avocado salad.
And a sourdough loaf.

And it's an apartment house, so no California ranch-style suburban whatootsis, plus a Prius in the carport and wall to wall shag that harbours dog hairs and mildew. Instead, older urban building.

Still, I am looking forward to mid-sixties temperatures, hot milk-tea, and the drubbity drubbity sound of rain.



California needs rain.

Tea, sofas, pipe tobacco, and slat blinds.

Nudity and cookbooks too.

But mostly rain.



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Friday, June 12, 2015

GOAT-CRAZY FIT ON PUBLIC TRANSIT

She slid to the floor without much resistance. At first it seemed like she had merely lost her balance on the crowded bus, or maybe somebody pushed her inadvertently. But when she remained down, doubts were raised. One person pulled the foot of the fallen figure -- probably to ascertain that she was well and truly out, rather than to make off with it or steal the shoe -- and others started yelling at the bus driver to stop, there was an emergency.

The faintee was tall and blonde. I had nothing to do with it. Having barely gotten a seat, and being several lengths away from the fallen woman, I saw no need to put my very minor medical knowledge to any use; my bustling over would merely be a nuisance.

What does one do when there's a person down?

In my case, one reads the label of the bottle of fish sauce one has purchased at the same place as the delightful little baby cabbages.


VIET HUONG THREE CRABS BRAND SUPERIOR FISH SAUCE

越香
['yue heung'; Vietnam Fragrant, in which the second word represents Hong Kong, where the company is presently located.]
上等
['seung dang'; finest quality.]
魚露
['yü lou'; fish dew (exudate).]

Which is a 調味 ('tiu mei'; flavouring, condiment) that comes from 越香有限公司 ('yuet heung yau haan gung si'), a company founded several years ago by mr. Chung (鍾生先) in San Francisco. The product with which almost everybody is familiar is Three Crabs Brand (三蟹嘜 'saam haai mak').

The term 有限公司 ('yau haan gung si') means a limited company, fyi.
有限 ('yau haan'): have limitation. 公司 ('gung si'): equitable control, fair manage.


By the time the bus had stopped she had come to, and with the help of an understanding fellow passenger who had taken charge, she was guided to a seat. The bus driver informed us that responders were on their way, and the bus wasn't going to go anywhere for the duration, feel free to wait or walk.

I remained seated, because I was enjoying the harangue of a very ancient Toishanese woman who was animatedly explaining to other passengers that nobody had even noticed, they were all too busy looking at their handheld devices (手機 'sau kei'), possibly on purpose. A few of the others were querulating why we weren't moving, was another bus coming, how about an ambulance, and oh drat that hill looks far too steep to climb.
It wasn't that they were heartless, just that they were old.

One of the white passengers asked loudly if anyone on board was a doctor. And perhaps we should throw water in her face, it couldn't hurt.

One person admitted to a neighbor that he was a doctor of philosophy, and probably no help whatsoever.


After the emergency personnel had seized the young lady for further prodding, the bus driver informed the few passengers remaining that he couldn't leave till his supervisor showed up.

The oldsters disembarked and sat down dejectedly on a nearby ledge.
There was no second bus in sight. Those last two blocks to the top would be very hard.

I started trudging up the hill, wondering what the Cantonese words for what had occurred might be.


昏倒 'fan dou': to faint; to achieve a faint.
發昏 'faat fan': to faint; to become all faintsome.
驚厥 'geng kuet': to faint, have a convulsion.
暈 'waan': faint, dizzy; foggy, halo in the sky.
殫悶 'daan mun': to swoon, pass out.
倒 'dou': topple over, collapse.
冧 'lam': topple; flower bud; phonetic borrowing for 'number' (冧把 'lam baa'); to kill somebody.
癲 'din': deranged, mentally ill.
癲癇 'din haan'; epilepsy.
羊癲瘋 'yeung din fung': "goat-crazy fits"; given to epileptic episodes.
病突發 'beng tat faat': seizure.
低血糖 'dai huet tong': low blood sugar, hypoglycæmia.


For the next time it happens, the following phrases might be helpful.

哦,姖暈暈啲昏倒了,可能姖全日都冇食過嘢。
['o, keui waan-waan-di fan-dou le, ho-nang keui chuen yat dou mou sik gwo ye']
Whoopsie, she keeled over; possibly she hasn't eaten all day.

係,我有一樽太好牌嘅魚露。
['hai, ngo yau yat jeun taai hou paai ge yü-lou']
Yes, I have a bottle of very good brand fish sauce.

係我嘅。
['hai ngo ge']
It's mine.


No matter what, hold on to the sauce.



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Friday, March 06, 2015

CRAB SEASON

Being from San Francisco, I revel in the time of year when the East-Coast is nasty, and crustaceans run rampant in the city. So naturally you will understand what came to my mind immediately upon seeing the video below.

No, it doesn't show what my social life is like.
Nor recent Facebook discussions.

I NEED A GIANT WOK!

[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GfeydETY0M.]

A friend of a friend, who is a Jew from Azerbajian or Tashkent, did not know that crustaceans were treif. Consequently his first few passovers in the free world were "memorable".

I mention this in passing, because normally only a shaigetz serves such things at a seder.

Lobster, crayfish, crabs. mussels, clams.....

All good with ginger and scallion.

It's good for you.


CLASSIC CANTONESE CRAB 薑葱蟹
['Geung Chung Haai']

Two large live Dungeness crabs
Four TBS cooking oil
Four or five scallion, segment-chopped
Four or five slices of ginger
Quarter cup sherry or 黄酒
A dash of soy sauce
Two TBS cornstarch
Salt and pepper
Pinch sugar

Put the crabs in the fridge for ten minutes to slow the little buggers down. Then place them on their backs and whack them straight across with a cleaver, opening them stem to stern; this kills them. Clean out the unmentionable parts, then put the crabs in a plastic or brown paper bag to smash and crack appropriately. This renders pieces with accesible meat, especially in the claws -- required for both the cooking as well as the subsequent eating -- and the bag prevents goo from splattering your kitchen.
You should have several large crabby sections now.
Mix the cornstarch, salt, & pepper.
Dredge the crab parts.

[The pieces should be dusted, not totally covered. A scant coating, in other words.]

Superheat the oil in the wok, add the ginger and fry till slightly gilded, then throw in the scallion. Twirl everything around the inside of the wok to infuse the oil with flavour, then before the scallion burns or colours, scoop out the vegetable matter with a slotted spoon, and while the pan is hot, dump in the crab. Stir around to make sure all parts get seared in oil, as the dredgement should be cooked. Re-add the ginger and scallion, stir, and pour in the sherry and soy sauce, add the pinch of sugar. Toss around to let the cooking finish with steam; about three minutes or so.

To serve, dump on a platter.
Cilantro is optional.

A dipping saucer with chilipaste, fish sauce, and lime juice on the side is an excellent idea. Yes, if you bashed the beast properly you can eat it with chopsticks, but you're still going to end up using your hands.

Don't forget the finger bowls.


NOTE: a more timid approach is to sort of deep fry the crab parts first, then decant and pour out a lot of the oil before finishing with scallion and ginger. And many cooks would keep the backs of the shells in one piece for presentation.


You could also just go over to Chinatown.

R&G LOUNGE
[嶺南小館 'LING-NAAM SIU-GWUN']
631 Kearny Street, Corner of Commercial Alley
San Francisco, CA 94108

They are famous for the salt and pepper crab.
Which is also great to eat.



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Sunday, June 01, 2014

HELL FOR CRUSTACEANS: 避風塘炒蟹

Undoubtedly one of the next big things that will hit this food-slut metropolis (SF) is Typhoon Shelter Crab. Or a variation thereof. I can already imagine the moans of exquise epicurean gourmegasm that will erupt, as well as the snarls of outrage on Yelp over positive or negative reviews. People will inevitably object that the Typhoon Shelter Crab was far better in Hong Kong. Especially in some boîte that only they know about.

Given that crabs are a messy business, but so incredibly tasty, I would suggest that the best crab ever is the one that makes you want to lick your companion's face.
You should know that a Van Dyke beard, such as I myself have, is an awesome crab fragment catcher.
I'm just mentioning that in passing, think nothing of it.
Refined yet piratical.


避風塘炒蟹
BEI FUNG TONG CHAAU HAAI
["Escape Wind Embankment Stirfry Crab"]


Typhoon Shelter Crab originated in the dai paai dongs and floating villages over a generation ago, and is the one dish you really must try in Hong Kong.

Along with several dozen other dishes that are really the one dish you must try.

The key to something so well-suited to sheer self-indulgence is subtlety.
Garlic, ginger, onions, dried chilies, and salted black beans.
Balance, careful proportion, and deft hands.

If you can't go to Hong Kong, make Typhoon Shelter Crab yourself. There are crabs in Chinatown and down at the wharf. Spread some newspaper over the dining table, it's going to be messy.
Buy a bottle of chardonnay and some sourdough.


PREPARING CRABS FOR THE WOK

Note that while the crabs should be so fresh that they're fighting their way out of the bag while you're on the bus going home, all pugnacious and spirited, they'll calm down if you pop them in the refrigerator for half an hour before whacking them. Just flip them on their backs and whack them right through the sternum, head to arse. Then chop off the claws, and whack between the legs so that you can twist them loose. Rinse all parts under cold running water. Crack the claws and parts with the blunt end of the cleaver, and take the remaining meat out of the shell. Dust everything with cornflour and some freshly ground pepper.

I'm assuming crabs are always bad tempered and have an attitude problem, but for all I know they could be excited about this splendid adventure and singing to themselves, or thinking about a new Chevrolet.
I just don't know. Neither do you. All animals are alive before they're killed for food. The more recently so, often the better.
Whacking and heat put a quick end to that.


TYPHOON SHELTER CRAB

Crab, two pounds (four live ones).
One hundred cloves of garlic, minced (eight heads).
Thumblength ginger, minced.
One onion, sliced.
Eight scallions, cut into lengths.
Two to six dried chilies, cracked and seeded.
Two TBS fermented black beans, coarsely smashed.
Quarter cup of rice wine or sherry.
Quarter cup of water or stock.
Half TBS oyster sauce.
Half tsp ground black pepper.
Half tsp. salt.
Pinch of sugar.
Dash of sesame oil.
Cornflour.
Oil.


First peel and chop the garlic, and soak it in water for an hour (doing so will prevent it scorching or browning too much). Drain, pat dry with a cloth, and fry it golden-crisp. Remove from the oil and set aside.
Dust the crab pieces with cornflour and put them meat side down in the hot oil (this seals in the flavour). Turn and fry the shell side. Drain and reserve.
Saute the ginger, onion, dry chilies, return crab to the pan.
Add the fermented black beans, rice wine or sherry, water or stock, oyster sauce, and the other remaining ingredients, stir well, dump the fried garlic over, and serve.


避風塘炒蟹


配料:
生猛蟹2公斤(四個)
蒜瓣100兩 (8頭),切碎
姜3-6釐米,切碎
洋蔥頭1粒,切碎
青蔥8棵
乾辣椒2-6隻,剁碎
豆豉2湯匙
花彫酒4湯匙
水或上湯4湯匙
蠔油半湯匙
胡椒半茶匙
鹽半茶匙
白糖小量
麻油少許
粟粉


做法:
大蒜皮去衣切碎,先浸水 (泡大約一小時),用乾布吸乾啲,炸至金金脆脆,盛起瀝乾。 蟹洗淨、切件,然後灑上粟粉,炸至金黃,瀝乾。 燒油鑊炒香姜、洋蔥、乾辣椒,放蟹件入鑊。 加豆豉、花彫酒、清水或上湯、蠔油, 同埋其他調味料、兜勻; 加炸蒜,即成。


Here's a neat-o-keen video clip that shows you how it's done.

IC電磁爐小炒 避風塘炒蟹


[Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZdd-pMQqUg.]

Note that the gentleman above has a slightly different recipe, and includes Chinese celery (中芹) as one of the ingredients. This will not detract in any way, and will add a splash more colour to the dish. My recipe is predicated on self-indulgence, San Francisco standards of garlic preference, and the idea that you would probably not want to be a calm and balanced social person while eating this.

As a further note, if you use mild dry chilies, you can add a sploodge of Sriracha Hot Chili Sauce to your plate. This is always recommended; Sriracha is a vegetable, and full of vitamin C.
It's good for you. Stay healthy.










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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

CRAB FOO YUNG

One of the pleasures of San Francisco is the crab season, which usually starts around early November and lasts through May or June. Just go down to the wharf and pick up some freshly steamed crabs to eat at home, or head into Chinatown and buy the little buggers fresh and kicking. Nothing beats a big bowl of steaming Cioppino with a hunk of crusty sourdough on the side, or you could simply whack 'em, crack 'em, and stir-fry them with ginger, scallions, garlic.......

[Cioppino, despite the Italian-sounding name, is not something they've ever tasted in Europe. It was invented right here in San Francisco by immigrant fishermen, and can only be prepared properly in the Bay Area.]


Angry crustacean, suitably dealt with, plus mayonnaise, melted butter, black-bean sauce, or chili-garlic sauce…… it's quite the best way of spending a long quiet evening that I know.

If you don't live here, you might be out of luck. Crab is not widely available away from the coast, and outside of South-East Asia not common either. It's almost unknown in Northern Europe, even in maritime countries.
In fact, the only time that most Europeans were ever exposed to crabs was when they were in the army, but since they've abolished the draft over there even that is no longer the case.

A lucky few may have visited a "Chinese Restaurant" and ordered Crab Foo Yung.
In its true version, Crab Foo Yung is actually a pretty decent dish, and a sensible way of stretching an expensive seasonal ingredient to serve a number of people.
It's also an easy choice here in San Francisco if you don't want the fuss of shells and messy fingers.


北京飯店
[Restaurant Peking]

As a youth living in North Brabant, the discovery that you could actually get good food at a Chinese restaurant was a revelation – it isn’t ALL fake-Indonesian chow cooked to the abysmal taste of the locals.
I remember some eppes lovely steamed fish with chilies and peanuts that I had at the 北京飯店 in ........ (some provincial Dutch burg of around thirty thousand inhabitants).

Some of the stuff on the regular menu was also very good. I really need to emphasize that.
The cooks were from Hong Kong, the head waiter was from Shanghai, the owners were from Zhejiang.
These are all places where real food is appreciated. Consequently that restaurant was, at that time, a shining beacon of light in a nasty cold dark culinary wasteland.

Oh, and the waitress who worked there for several months in 1972 was an absolute doll.

It was because of her that I encouraged my parents to forego cooking and get take-out more often.
Yes, a convenient suggestion. But oh so self-serving.

One of the dishes my mother liked was one she recognized from American Chinese restaurants: Crab Foo Yung.
Or, as it's called in Dutch, Foe Jong Hai.


芙蓉蟹
[Fu Yung Hai - Velvety omelette with crab meat]

1兩 (one ounce) 蟹肉 (crab meat).
2支 (two stalks) 青蔥 (scallion).
4個 (four) 蛋 (eggs).
少許 (pinch) 鹽 Salt).
2大匙 (two tablespoons) 油 (oil).

½杯 (half a cup) 高湯 (superior stock).
1大匙 (one tablespoon) 醬油 (soy sauce).
½小匙 (half a teaspoon) 大白粉 (tapioca flour).
少許 (pinch) 糖 (sugar).

Remove all shell fragments from the crab meat, rinse and chop the scallion. Gently beat the eggs till smooth, add the pinch of salt, the oil, the crab meat, and the chopped scallion.
Mix the tapioca flour with a little cold water.
Heat some oil in the wok, pour in the egg mixture, cook till barely set, and slide onto a plate. Wipe any fragments of the omelette out of the wok, add a drizzle oil, and when hot pour in the superior stock and soy sauce, adding the pinch of sugar. After two minutes or so of cooking, stir in the dissolved tapioca flour and when the sauce becomes glossy pour it over the omelette. Add a drizzle of fragrant sesame oil and some minced cilantro if you must.

You will note that in this recipe tapioca flour is specified. But you could also use corn flour, it would simply require a little more. For the Chinese style superior stock you may substitute the normal chicken and bones stock. And feel free to use more crab meat.


LAGNIAPPE

I was already planning to post this recipe when I chanced upon an article in the Telegraaf (a Dutch newspaper).
Remarkably, it deals with Chinese people and crabs. The Chinese are very fond of crab.

QUOTE:
"Chinezen trekken levende krab uit de muur
Nanjing - Chinese forenzen die geen tijd hebben om tijdens openingsuren van de supermarkt een verse, levende krab te halen, kunnen de dieren voortaan uit de automaat halen."

[Translation: Chinese pull live crab out of wall.
Nanjing - Chinese commuters who do not have time to purchase a fresh live crab during business hours at the supermarket can henceforth get the animals out of a vending machine.]


SOURCE: CHINEZEN TREKKEN LEVENDE KRAB UIT DE MUUR
http://www.telegraaf.nl/buitenland/8048707/__Chinezen_trekken_levende_krab_uit_de_muur__.html?p=21%2C2Of

"In verschillende winkelcentra en metrostations staan speciale automaten met daarin levende krabben. De Chinese wolhandkrab is een lokale delicatesse in Nanjing, de hoofdstad van de oosterse provincie Jiangsu."

[Translation: In various shopping centers and metro stations there are special vending machines containing live crabs. The Chinese Mitten Crab is a local delicacy in Nanjing, capitol of the eastern province of Jiangsu.]

"De dieren worden in drie verschillende groottes verkocht en kosten tussen €1,70 en €6. De krabben zijn verpakt in plastic doosjes en worden op een constante temperatuur van 5 graden Celsius gehouden. Dit is genoeg om ze te verdoven, maar ook om ze in leven te houden. “Klanten waren eerst nogal sceptisch en vroegen zich af of de krabben nog wel in leven waren”, aldus Wu Zhendi, eigenaar van de Twin Lake Crab Company. “Maar nu dat we kunnen garanderen dat de beesten leven, blijven klanten terugkomen. We verkopen er dagelijks honderden.” "

[Translation: The animals are available in three different sizes and cost between one point seven Euros and six Euros. The crabs are packaged in plastic boxes and kept at a constant temperature of five degrees Centigrade (41 ° Fahrenheit). This is enough to stun them, but also enough to keep them alive. "Customers were a bit skeptical at first and wondered whether the crabs were still alive", according to Wu Zhendi, owner of the Twin Lake Crab Company, "but now that we can guarantee that the animals are alive, customers keep returning. We sell hundreds every day."]

"Een bord naast de automaat vertelt klanten dat, in het extreme geval dat er een dode krab tussen zit, ze er drie gratis zullen krijgen, aldus de lokale krant Guangzhou Daily. "

[Translation: A sign next to the vending machine informs customers that, in the rare case that there is a dead crab, they can get three free (live) ones, according to the local newspaper Guangzhou Daily.]

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I wonder how 'local' the Guangzhou Daily actually is - there's more distance between Guangzhou and Nanjing (approx 1300 miles) than between Amsterdam and Marseilles. Several different Chinese language zones in between, and cultural differences besides. But, to the myopic Dutch, the geography of the rest of the world is both telescoped and condensed.

Comments placed underneath the article by Dutch readers were, of course, "instructive".

About half of the hundred-plus comments were venomous reflections of Dutch bigotry, ignorance, and a sneering sense of superiority, phrased in the most insulting and loathsome manner - a lot of Dutch people are racists who are absolutely convinced that they and they alone represent civilization, the rest of the world is unredeemably barbaric.
The rest of the reader comments were evenly divided between silly humour, Vegan-inspired sanctimony, and realists pointing out that the Dutch themselves were no saints when it came to food.


AFTERWORD

Many Dutch have no idea where their food comes from, but nevertheless see fit to criticize the rest of the world for its culinary practices. This is evident every time I hear tourists speaking Dutch on Grant Avenue and Stockton Street - at such moments I am always ever so grateful that at least they jabber in their own tongue, rather than venting their racism and praeconceptiva in English.
According to many Dutch tourists, live seafood being offered for sale is both barbaric and quaint, live birds are subject to unimaginable cruelty, and many of the ingredients that Chinese use are foul and distasteful.
Other than the picturesque colourfulness of 'those people', they have no good words for Chinatown at great and inordinate length.

Hmmmm.

Eels are sold live at the wekelijksche straatmarkt in Dutch cities and crustaceans are cooked live in their restaurants, many Hollanders in the provinces keep chickens in their back yards and casually twist the birds necks when they are required for dinner, and as far as odd ingredients are concerned, well, perhaps a nation that eats zure zult (sour headcheese), slavinken (bacon-wrapped fatty panfried ground pork), osseworst (raw red ox tartare), snert (pea porridge), deep-fried hockey pucks (bami schijf, nasi schijf, kroket), and puts mayonnaise on EVERYTHING should be more hesitant about their food opinions?

Mayonnaise, Fercrapsakes! Yeah, it's good stuff..... but good lord almighty!

Just another example of pissantry, I guess.


SELLING FOOD IN THE HINTERLANDS

In the backwoods districts of the British Isles, the Benelux, Germany, and France, the local Chinese restaurateurs can reckon on a certain level of coarseness among the clientele, as well as a cheapness beyond compare.

So, rather than acquiring fresh crab, which their customers would not recognize or appreciate anyhow, they use tinned crab meat. And because their customers expect much for very little, they extend the dish with tinned peas. For that exotic touch, they'll throw in some tinned bamboo shoots, perhaps some tinned mushrooms, and lastly, to add both the colour and vulgarity that counters the native gloom, the sauce may be additionally tarted-up with ketchup, sugar, and red food colouring.
Then chopped ham is added - I may have mentioned that the customers expect much for very little, yes?

Truth be told, the best Chinese food in Europe is NOT something that many Europeans could possibly ever appreciate.
Particularly not most Dutch.


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