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Review -Slow Noodles by Chantha Nguon (with Kim Green)

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This book is a gem of a recipe book/memoir but more importantly, it’s a tale of survival, grit, and integrity. Chantha is from Cambodia. She was the child of a middle class family whose father owned an auto shop and whose mother was a housewife who was a hard worker and an excellent cook. Chantha lived a blessed life until she was nine. She was the youngest child and soft by her own admission. She attended Catholic school and spoke French. Her older sister also worked in the home and took care of the family alongside her mother.

Sadly, when Chantha was nine, horrible changes came to Cambodia with the rise of Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge in the 1970s. Her whole life was turned upside down. For many years. Decades even.

She lost her father to a stomach ailment. The family fled to Saigon and lived there for a while. Some went right away and some delayed their trip for a while, until what was left of the family was reunited. Eventually, things fell apart in Saigon as they had in Cambodia. This area of the world was quite volatile in that decade and Chantha was caught in the middle of it.  When Saigon became unsafe, the wandering years began for Chantha.

This memoir is heartbreaking in many ways but is also a tale of one woman’s resilience and how she found her way to success and a happy life. She made harrowing escapes from some situations and almost starved to death on many occasions. But through it all, she kept hope in her heart for the most part—She did have a few moments of despair, but soldiered on. She also made her own way on the world from the pampered young daughter who thought she had no skills to the tough woman who worked as a cook in a brothel, worked as a suture sewer in a refugee camp and worked other occupations to keep herself and her companion alive. She also studied English and worked for Doctors without Borders to help bring relief to the people around her.

In each chapter there are recipes she either recalled from her mother and sister or she created herself with the ingredients to hand in the hard times.

Also in the book she shows the reader the sense of humor she kept throughout her life in some “recipes” that are more like humorous comments about life and her experiences.

Overall, this book is sometimes hard to read due to the privations this lady endured, but it is ultimately a story of one woman’s ability to hold strong and make her way in the world when she was left all on her own by the vagaries of fate.

By the time the reader gets to the end, one can’t help but be proud of this lady and all she has accomplished in life. And the recipes are well worth the price of the book. This is truly a great read that makes the reader think about how much people can endure and still come out on the other side as a whole and fulfilled person.

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Take a well-fed nine-year-old with a big family and a fancy education. Fold in 2 revolutions, 2 civil wars, and 1 wholesale extermination. Subtract a reliable source of food, life savings, and family members, until all are gone. Shave down childhood dreams for approximately two decades, until only subsistence remains. In Slow Noodles, Chantha Nguon recounts her life as a Cambodian refugee who loses everything and everyone–her home, her family, her country–all but the remembered tastes and aromas of her mother’s kitchen. She summons the quiet rhythms of 1960s Battambang, her provincial hometown, before the dictator Pol Pot tore her country apart and killed more than a million Cambodians, many of them ethnic Vietnamese like Nguon and her family. Then, as an immigrant in Saigon, Nguon loses her mother, brothers, and sister and eventually flees to a refugee camp in Thailand. For two decades in exile, she survives by cooking in a brothel, serving drinks in a nightclub, making and selling street food, becoming a suture nurse, and weaving silk. Nguon’s irrepressible spirit and determination come through in this lyrical memoir that includes more than twenty family recipes such as sour chicken-lime soup, green papaya pickles, and p t de foie, as well as Khmer curries, stir-fries, and handmade b nh canh noodles. Through it all, re-creating the dishes from her childhood becomes an act of resistance, of reclaiming her place in the world, of upholding the values the Khmer Rouge sought to destroy, and of honoring the memory of her beloved mother, whose “slow noodles” approach to healing and cooking prioritized time and care over expediency. Slow Noodles is an inspiring testament to the power of food to keep alive a refugee’s connection to her past and spark hope for a beautiful life.

Drunk Bee in Paree!

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I’ve recently returned from Paris and one day as I was eating my jambon and fromage omelette with fries (that’s ham and cheese for you English speakers) and sipping a beer for medicinal purposes, this little bee decided to keep me company. If you’ve ever walked on cobblestone streets for days you’ll know what I mean when I say you need a beer for medicinal purposes. It numbs your poor ole feet pretty well. Keep that in mind if  you travel to Europe. It works.

Anyway, this bee was really jonesing for some of my beer so when there was a smidge left, I let him in the glass. He had a grand time sucking up the suds. In fact, he couldn’t seem to stop and he needed some assistance in getting himself out of the glass. Of course, once he was out, he lolled around on my plate in a stupor. Do you think he was drinking for medicinal purposes, too? Were his little feet aching like my big ones? I think I found a soul- or is that sole- mate? 2014-08-20 13.55.10 2014-08-20 13.59.39 2014-08-20 13.57.45

The Transporter- Lemon Cookies

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The smell of lemon cookies baking transports me back in time to when I was a little girl and being in my grandmother’s house. She baked the best ever lemon cookies. I loved them- they were so soft on the inside and yummy with just the right amount of tang to set your mouth alight.

She passed away when I was fifteen and I still miss her to this day. Not a week goes by without me thinking of her. The closest I’ve ever gotten to those cookies again (and believe me, I’ve tried some recipes) was when I bought some lemon flavored Grandma’s Cookies. As soon as I opened the pouch, I was back in the late
60’s-early 70’s. The taste even lived up to my memories.

Sadly, I usually only see the other flavors like chocolate chip and peanut butter when I find Grandma’s Cookies. I need a supplier to stock the lemon ones near me

Summer Foods!

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Summer foods are a lot of fun and I’m not sure I can pick a favorite. I mean, really, there are so many choices like bbq ribs, cantaloupe, pineapples, fresh peas, watermelon, strawberries, blueberries, and corn on the cab. Ahh, corn on the cob. Such a nice treat- messy but good.

I think I like the casualness of meals on a summer weekend day. Hanging out at the grill with a cold drink and yummy smells from the charcoal burner. What could be better? Maybe some homemade ice cream. Or Orange Crush sherbet. YEAH!!

What a Week!

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My son graduated from high school on Monday and that was wonderful. My other son is in the US for two weeks and even though I won’t get to see him until Monday, the 11th, just knowing he’s on the same side of the Atlantic Ocean as me makes me happy. The kid that graduated made a mad dash down to Orlando the day after the ceremony to see Bon Iver in concert. His first trip with just him and a buddy and it went very well.

Tomorrow, we have family both from my husband’s side and my own extended family from north Alabama as well as friends descending on our house for a pool party and BBQ in honor of the graduate. Sadly, his brother won’t be able to make it. I hate that he’s not going to get to see some of his family he hasn’t seen in a long time but he’s spending one week of his time in the US at his future in-laws’ house.

I’m a bit fretful since I haven’t cooked a thing since I ordered all the food, but what if they forget? EEP. Lots of people and no food will be a disaster. And oh yeah, that prediction about rain all day? Yeah, that. Well, I’m fretting a mite about that, too. A pool party in the rain is not good. As my dad always says, “Someone might get wet.”

If I Could Only Eat One Meal the Rest of My Life

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If I could only eat one thing for the rest of my life, it would have to be chicken and dumplings. I love, love, love them. A pot of chicken and dumplings is a comfort food that reminds me of my maternal grandmother. She always made sure she had some on the stove when I came to visit. She never said she loved me, but the dumplings were the proof that she did. She was an excellent country cook. Just yummy!!

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