Making Heroes

1.

Go on.  Ask me.

If you have been a reader of this blog since its inception, you will know how ecstatic I was when I met the Malaysian writer, Kam Raslan

Why?

Why not?

This man, with his insightful writings, made me laugh.  His book made me yelp, “Oh ya hor….that’s ME!”

Why would I not want to meet this man?

2.

I am guilty of hero worship.  And there have been many heroes over the years.

3.

Go on.  Ask me.

Why did I jump up and down when I was asked if I’d like to meet Singaporean Hian Goh and Briton Maria Brown, the founders of my favourite channel on Astro, the Asian Food Channel (AFC)?

Why?

Why not?

When Astro converted the system to a 3-digit numbering, the numbers 7-0-3 were the only numbers I bothered memorising.   That’s how much I loved it.  So when I was presented the opportunity to meet the people behind my favourite channel, it made perfect sense to say Yes, Yes, Yes!

Of course I stammered in their presence.  With profiles that included the words investment banker, Chief Financial Officer, creative technology, venture capital, Oxford, television producer, BBC and Saddam Hussein, it’s a good thing I didn’t faint in their presence as carrying my limp body isn’t the easiest thing to do.

It takes balls to do what these guys did.  Hian’s friendship with Maria began in New York, and four years later, they met up in Singapore.  It was 2003.  The television industry was in need of a new and innovative channel, and coincidentally, there was no food channel in Asia at that time, so it made perfect sense to set up one.  It was akin to giving birth, and the AFC channel was their baby to nurture and grow.

Perhaps I envy them a little.  How many of us have dreams, and how many of these dreams come to fruition?  Why is it difficult to take that first step?  Fear of the unknown?  Fear of failure?  Fear of one’s self?

The AFC is probably the only channel that is presented in multiple languages and reflects multiple cultures.  From Japanese to Scandinavian and everything in between, it also helps that some of these chefs are visually delectable.  Of course, there are the controversial ones.  Mum refuses to watch The F Word because Gordon Ramsay uses…well…the F word.  “He’s not a very nice man, is he?” she says.  Mum prefers Hugh Fearnley and his pigs anytime.  But it’s more than celebrity chefs.  One learns how a kitchen is run, how restaurants are built and managed, an amazing variety of recipes taught in several languages and the odd profanity or two. 🙂

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There is a familiar camaraderie between the two.  Imagine communicating not only with words but with gestures and glances, all at the same time.  But their friendship is more than just pranks and laughter.  It is based on honesty and mutual respect.  And of course, the occasional fight.

The conversation shifts easily from Hian’s stint as an apprentice in Emmanuel Stroobant’s kitchen (“yes, it is like going to war”) to the cookoff between Hian and Maria (with Maria’s hilarious depiction of a dying woman about to croak out the secret ingredient to her winning chicken dish) to favourite Malaysian foods (Hian:  Nasi lemak and satay, Maria: Rendang) to Maria’s rubbing of shoulders with celebrities (Dolly Parton and Joan Collins, no less) to the Big Reveal….the introduction of a “revolutionary kitchen product” (with emphasis on revolutionary…dramatic rolling of the letter R for effect) within the next couple of months, where they would be the only people bringing it to Asia.

peking duck

We dined at Li Yen at the Ritz Carlton, one of my favourite chinese restaurants in town – I rate their dim sum in the Top 3 category, while their avocado mousse is to die for.  Perhaps the ultimate compliment I can pay these two is the fact that I was so caught up in conversation with them that I didn’t remember to take any photograph of the food other than the one here.

4.

Yes, I’ve always had heroes in my life.  Someone once told me that I should take charge of the hero in my own life.  It starts with that first step.  And I’d like to think that blogging has enabled me to do that.  Baby steps.  But steps, nevertheless.

Ingredients for a good vacation

“What is the key,” a little voice whispered in my head, “to a good vacation?”Peak District

“Teacher, teacher, me me me, teacher! Ummmm….being able to see with your eyes what you could only envision in the past based on documentaries on TV and photographs?” the star student answered.

Certainly, that is a plausible answer.

“Photographs, for sure!”

No, I'm NOT in this pix!!  Bald Eagle and Jason

Hmmmm. Another good point. I view everything through my lenses, even when they are sometimes imaginary. Like when you wake up from a deep slumber, and the first thing you do is move your finger to the bridge of your nose to push up the glasses which you thought were there. Imaginary glasses.

“Food!”

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figs

physalis

But of course. The excitement of trying new stuff is always great. Like eating blood sausages and haggis. Mmmmmm. And the fruits are wonderful. I tried, for the first time in my life, fresh figs!! There is some imagery attached to figs (no prizes for guessing what), and no, I’m not telling you. I also loved snacking on physalis, a tiny sweet fruit encased in a papery husk.

“Wildlife!”

pigeon ducks sheep

Ferocious British beasts. Let’s see. I saw ducks that could waddle on you to death, several pigeons capable of tickling you with their feathers till you’re paralised with laughter, and a whole bunch of man-eating sheep. Incidentally, did anyone watch Black Sheep? In comparison, it made Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof highly watchable.

To me, it’s all of the above and one more. People. I’d gladly trade a London Musical with the opportunity to spend time with a friend.

Shepherd's Pie

Cheese Platter

Combine a couple of ingredients, and what do you get? (I’m starting to sound like a cooking show….oh, oh, oh, is anyone else besides me hooked on the Asian Food Channel 703??) People who cook for you! Take for instance, cousin Shobi, who insisted on serving us typical British fare, and she came up with a scrumptious Shepherd’s Pie garnished with chopped leeks. I was touched that she’d do that for us, despite the fact that she was a vegetarian. What an honour to be invited to dinner at her house in Putney, London, to spend a lovely evening with the family.

pork curry

And then, there’s my brother, up in Sheffield, who refused to let me near the kitchen, and whipped up, instead, a delicious pork curry that was not only a welcome sight but which also warmed the tummy. He is fortunate; he possesses a scientific mind, but is more creative than a lot of people I know. Being independent in Sheffield has its plus points. Not being able to taste mum’s cooking because of the million miles between the two countries isn’t. Ouch.

seared tuna with edamame beans

tolouse sausages with mash

We spent a couple of nights at Msiagirl’s beautiful home in picturesque Bath, and we were given the best room in the house where the windows opened out to a view of the entire city built entirely with Bath stone, a limestone that shimmered in shades of gold in the sunlight. And between Msiagirl and her dashing husband, Mr G, they both came up with delicious fare: organic butcher made toulouse sausage casserole in mulled wine with onions, butternut squash and mashed potatoes on the side, seared tuna marinated in soy and wasabe with garlic chilli edamame beans, and tomato and cumin slow cooked organic lamb. Organic food’s a big thing in this home, and one can see the effects of consuming such food, judging from the youth and vitality oozing out of their pores. (Can you tell how envious I am?) The food is certainly oceans apart from that described by Fatboybakes. Organic food, I mean. And never leave England till you’ve tried scones with jam and clotted cream. Absolutely yummy!

scones with clotted cream

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. I’m blessed. What did I do to deserve such wonderful people in my life?

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