Showing posts with label chinese new year. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chinese new year. Show all posts

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Coconut Nian Gao

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Coconut Nian Gao

For years I've been looking for the right Nian Gao recipe.  Do you have a treat from childhood that you want to re-create, but it eludes you?  As I described in my failed attempt last year, my mom would sometimes make Nian Gao, the aptly named "new year cake," when I was a kid.  She would melt and slowly caramelize sugar, then steam the cake.  Once I could not wait for it to set, and stuck my finger in to get a taste.  I hadn't learned the concept of not leaving behind evidence, and my mother found a fingerprint in the cake.  Oops.  The thing about mom is that she never wrote down recipes, and usually didn't measure ingredients or time her cooking.  She just had a knack for it.  But it's been a number of years since she made Nian Gao and she doesn't remember all the specifics, so her instructions to add "a little of this" and "cook this for a while" just aren't successful for me.

Nian Gao

If I couldn't re-create the cake of my childhood, I figured I might as well try something completely different.  My friend and colleague Wendy shared this recipe by her husband, Joe, for a Coconut Nian Gao.  The part that makes it radically different is that it's baked.  That part made me do a double-take, too.  In fact, when I told my mom about it, she was doubtful but wanted the recipe to try as well.  And when I ticked off the list of ingredients -- butter, eggs, brown sugar -- she said, "This isn't Nian Gao!"  And I told her, trust me, it tastes just like it, with improvements.  It isn't as dense and hard as the storebought versions.  The edges bake up more like a Western-style cake, so it's easier to cut because it's less sticky.  And the coconut milk, butter, brown sugar, and eggs add subtle flavor and richness, but not so much that it tastes very different from what you're used to.  It's got my endorsement.  Happy Year of the Snake!

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Boston Globe Review: Kam Man

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Kam Man
Photos by Shirley Goh/Globe Staff

Happy New Year!  Or, as my family says, Xin Nian Kuai Le!  I hope all of you are safe and warm after Blizzard Nemo.  I fell behind with posting, which wasn't important when coping with the storm.  On Friday a statewide driving ban was issued in Massachusetts, but exceptions were made for some people including the media so off I went.  Driving home from the Globe in the blizzard was surreal and a bit terrifying, and it made me a staunch supporter of the ban.  Then the power got knocked out just before I arrived home, along with the heat.  It was a punishingly cold night, but electricity and heat returned the next day.  Joe did lose a couple fish because the tank got so cold, but otherwise we were fine.  My thoughts are with friends and others still without heat or electricity.

I hope there will still be reason for celebrating, with the Year of the Snake beginning today.  For this story I reviewed the biggest Asian market south of Boston, Kam Man in Quincy.  It's got just about everything you need for your new year in one location, including a bakery and huge housewares section.  And beyond Chinese products, it also covers Japanese, Korean, Malaysian, Indian, and Thai cuisines.  I also write briefly about Chinese New Year customs.

Read on to find out what I thought: http://b.globe.com/12CWMW2
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I'll leave you with some wintry scenes I snapped with my phone.

snow collage

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Nian Gao!

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nian gao final
Nian gao always conjures up one memory.  My mom often made one for Chinese New Year (in fact, its literal translation is "year cake") when I was little.  One year I couldn't wait to taste it, and I liked the cake in its molten, not quite set form.  I stuck my finger in the cake while it was still cooling and had a taste.  Not much later Mom yelled, in Mandarin, "Who stuck their finger in the nian gao?!"  See, I was years away from any culinary know-how or common sense, so I didn't know I had left a finger imprint behind as evidence.  At least it gave Mom a good laugh.

1980s Front of house
New York in the 1980s. I'm one of the runts sitting on the wall. I'm not sure which one.

A couple of years ago, I asked Mom for the recipe.  Like so many of Mom's recipes, there was no written form or measurements or timing.  Which means that if she hasn't made the recipe in a long time, it might not come out right because she doesn't quite remember how it was made.  So after telling me "a little of this, and a little of that" over the phone, I tried making her nian gao and ended up with some awful tough thing.  This year I turned to Epicurious.