Who: Me
What: Did I eat?
Why: I want to make it again
Where: Coconut Grover farmer's market
When: 1988
Larry and I were living in a new town (Coral Gables) and as per usual, had no money. We were at a cheap apartment complex at the edge of town and my old Chevy truck (with no A/C) was THE ONLY TRUCK in a grocery parking lot filled to Mercedes, BMWs & RollsRoyces; I must admit that made it easy to find.
Anyway, the Coconut Grove Farmer's Market was right across Rt 1 and down the street. It was still a true farmer's market where you could get lots of food for little money. Mangos were 10 to a bag for $1.
There was a stand with a deep fryer operated by an Oriental woman. When you ordered, she pointed to a bowl of cleaned shrimp and mimed Yes or No. I would nod YES and she would scoop a thick batter (think waffle batter) into a bowl, add fresh mung beans, green onions & cleaned shrimp, then ladled it into the hot oil, patting it until it flatten.
When it was all done, she lifted out a thick 5" diameter fried pancake (again, about as thick as a waffle) and mimed squirting something that looked like ketchup {which I now know is Srirachi}.
I handed her $1.50.
It would have been $1 if I skipped the shrimp.
Which brings us to this: what FOOD ethnicity was I enjoying? I was 35 and had only eaten Chinese food (well, Japanese once and didn't like it), so I can't provide more insight. I have tried for years to find a thick deep-fried pancake in Chinese, Thai, Vietnamese, Filipino, Korean &Japanese cookbooks...and failed.
One day I found a book at the library called something like "Asian Street Food" and thought I'd found the Rosetta Stone, but no luck.
What: Did I eat?
Why: I want to make it again
Where: Coconut Grover farmer's market
When: 1988
Larry and I were living in a new town (Coral Gables) and as per usual, had no money. We were at a cheap apartment complex at the edge of town and my old Chevy truck (with no A/C) was THE ONLY TRUCK in a grocery parking lot filled to Mercedes, BMWs & RollsRoyces; I must admit that made it easy to find.
Anyway, the Coconut Grove Farmer's Market was right across Rt 1 and down the street. It was still a true farmer's market where you could get lots of food for little money. Mangos were 10 to a bag for $1.
There was a stand with a deep fryer operated by an Oriental woman. When you ordered, she pointed to a bowl of cleaned shrimp and mimed Yes or No. I would nod YES and she would scoop a thick batter (think waffle batter) into a bowl, add fresh mung beans, green onions & cleaned shrimp, then ladled it into the hot oil, patting it until it flatten.
When it was all done, she lifted out a thick 5" diameter fried pancake (again, about as thick as a waffle) and mimed squirting something that looked like ketchup {which I now know is Srirachi}.
I handed her $1.50.
It would have been $1 if I skipped the shrimp.
Which brings us to this: what FOOD ethnicity was I enjoying? I was 35 and had only eaten Chinese food (well, Japanese once and didn't like it), so I can't provide more insight. I have tried for years to find a thick deep-fried pancake in Chinese, Thai, Vietnamese, Filipino, Korean &Japanese cookbooks...and failed.
One day I found a book at the library called something like "Asian Street Food" and thought I'd found the Rosetta Stone, but no luck.