All posts tagged: delicious

Bangkok Post: Swissôtel Le Concorde

Zipporah Gene heads off-the-beaten track for a fabulous five star taste of the festive season, sans the painfully hefty price tag, at the Swissôtel Le Concorde’s 204 Bistro & Bar   For the full article, follow the link to the Bangkok Post’s website. And so that concludes my publications for Christmas and New Year’s. As well as making some really good friends, I have to say that I really enjoyed every second of it. My waistline is in need of some tough love but, judging by all the pictures, you’ll all agree with me that it was worth it. Words and Photographs (on article) by Zipporah Gene © Post Publishing PCL. All rights reserved   Advertisements

Salad Series #3 | Hot and Spicy Thai Winged Bean Salad

I live to try new things. It’s a snobby habit I’ve often tried to kick in the morning, only to pick up again that very same afternoon. I was the teen that brought homemade sushi to college and then, as soon as it’d caught on and became a thing, I ditched it for tacos and flasks of soy milk chocolat chaud. I crave the new like a drug. (In my head) I’m the coolest kid on the block. I did say, “in my head right?” Because if you’ve ever met me, you’d know it couldn’t be further from the truth. The lyrics: “I am a weapon of massive consumption, it’s not my fault, it’s how I am programmed to function…” Really should be my theme tune. If my life was a comic script, these words would be scribbled, underneath grease and marinara stains, all over; the already battered pages of my twenty (odd) year old life. That’s why Bangkok is perfect for me. Everyday here, literally has me wading through a blizzard of new experiences. The more I …

Bangkok Discoveries #3: Rasayana Raw Food Cafe

I’m baack. Back to Bangkok. What a journey! Japan has just effortlessly made its way to the top of my list. It is my new heaven on earth.  We all dream of escaping to some beach side retreat, but even beaches can get boring. Trust me on this one, spending much needed ‘me’ time can quickly turn into hell on earth; once your kindle decides to give up the ghost and abandon you mid chapter. What happens when you crave the company of others? What happens when you want to experience unsullied and pristine nature, but at the same time still be connected to society? What happens when you get sick of being gawked at by everyone, and just want to perform simple tasks without the staring, the inane giggling and shouting? That’s right. You go to Japan. This isn’t a jab at Thailand, and I’m not going to get all political, but the two weeks I just spent in Japan has showed me just much I put up with here in Thailand. It has showed me …

Once upon a time in Tempura

We were waiting for a train and I was hungry. I can’t emphasize how important that fact was, because I turn into a psychopath when I am hungry. Its irrational, I know, but I have always been afraid that one day (through my own negligence or some fluke of a missed meal), I’d starve to death. I’m a tinderbox of neuroses, and this is just another one of them. I become what I like to call Hangry. hungry + angry = Hangry (the capital h has to stay because, to me, it is ‘another person’). We went into a small restaurant on the train tracks and that’s when I met her. Originally I was in disbelief that anyone could be so crispy. You know those plastic versions of restaurant food? The kind that they put in shiny display boxes to entice customers? Well, she was there, tooting her tempuraness like a fluffed hen. One look and I knew. Served with a side of light soy sauce and some toasted green tea, Hangry ran away.

Bangkok Discoveries #2: Koji Suzuki and the Sushi that Saved Me

[Updated 11/07/2015 : I have since been informed that Koji’s place in Ekkamai has shut down. I’ve contacted Koji and am waiting to find out more] My head is on fire and my nose is runny, but were it not for the kindness of the owner of 男の割, Koji Suzuki, I would not have had the strength to write this. Dramatic much? Wait until you hear the story, then judge. Over the last couple of days, you could say that I’d been enjoying myself a little bit too much. But who could blame me, my German had come to see me. Long distance relationships are hard, and they don’t get easier just because you’re married. Anyway, long story short, I found myself on the wrong side of Tuesday, (now feeling) sick, alone in my tiny apartment and with nothing in my fridge but broccoli and a rather generous bunch of mint leaves. I made a soothing tea with the mint, had the broccoli steamed with some rice, but before I could go out to restock my supplies, …

…avec de Chocolade…. Part 2

I was thwarted once…  My first attempt at a ‘Flourless Gluten Free Chocolate Cake’ was a disaster. And how could I have been victorious, with a drawn out name like that? What can I say? I expected too much from this recipe. In hindsight, I admit that I had put too much pressure on myself. I just wanted to have some more material for my channel. Lesson learned. Here’s take two. Tada! Its floppy. Its a little beat up. All the best things in life are. But I bet you a whole £5 (that’s all I’ve got to spare for now, I’m afraid), that this is the bestest chocolatiest cake you will ever try in your life. Big words for a little bird, you say? Well sir….The top is crispy, the inside is moist. It melts all that gooey chocolately loveliness into your mouth. And if you put it in the fridge, it magically transforms into a brownie. The fun never ends. Sure it takes a little more effort than its floured counterpart, but I promise …

Bangkok Discoveries Series #1: Below Eleven.

My friends at university would chuckled when I’d invite them to the local farmers market back in London. The usual excuses would come up about it being expensive… blah blah blah “I’d hate to go all Gwyneth Paltrow on you, but if you’re willing to spend £12 at Pret for your coffee, BLT and a cheesecake, even with their paltry sizes, you can quite easily eat better quality food at the local farmer’s market.” Posh food it ain’t! But out here in Bangkok where fresh produce is cheap and plentiful, I hadn’t given too much thought to the farmer’s market. My visit over the weekend changed my mind. Although it was dominated by foreigners (farang in Thai), the food on offer stood out in a league of its own. To be frank, except for the likes of Portabello Market back home, I felt cheated by others that had come before. My main reason being … I have discovered a gem. A gem so exclusive, that I almost don’t want to share it with others, lest the company …

The Perks of Being a West African Wall Flower…. [Akara vs Acaraje]

I love watching travel shows. Soon after they’re done, I close my eyes, and imagine that I’m magically transported there. Right in the center of it all. To date, my two favorite travel show hosts, in this wonderful mix of TV and my zany imagination, are: the straight shooting Anthony Bourdain, and the irresistible Errol Barnett (what a smile). Its my adult version of make believe; but its something that has always gotten me through tough times. I have no complaints. Except for…. Whenever I read or hear people discuss “African cuisine”, they only mention Morocco. Why only Morocco? This happens often, and when it does, a weird feeling comes seeping out of me. I’ve been told I make a fart face, then, as soon as it appears, I suppress it. Its a hard feeling to describe, but its an unhealthy mixture of pity, shame, annoyance, and the sting of frustration. And there was again yesterday. I still feel a bit overwhelmed by it all. How can people out there still fail to understand that: Africa is a continent, not a country. …