Showing posts with label New Zealand. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Zealand. Show all posts

Friday, March 4, 2011

Iranian Chicken and Walnut Curry with Mehri

Part of my interest in some of the places I'm going to originated with food. As a result, as I travel around, I'm hoping to pick up some tips to improve my own cooking and spice up the rotation of meals I generally cook. In the spirit of this, I asked my best friend's mum, Mehri, to teach me an Iranian dish.

As with most wonderful cooks, she doesn't measure ingredients. So bear with my estimations/lack of estimations and missing steps/over-complication of steps. I think the rule to remember with this recipe is experimentation :) Alter amounts to suit your own tastes.



Iranian Chicken/Walnut Curry

Curry Ingredients:
Onion ~ 2 cups
Chicken ~ 2 cups
Walnuts ~ 2 cups
Turmeric ~1 t
Salt ~ 1 t
Chillies ~1/4 t
Cracked Pepper ~1/4 t
Powder from dried unripened grapes/or tomato paste
A cinnamon stick
 Canola oil
Butter
* Large Disclaimer. Throughout the cooking, more spices were added regularly to taste. This was just the starting amount, and I would taste and add as you go.



Rice and potatoes Ingredients:
Basmati Rice ~ 2 cups
Saffron 1/4 t
Salt
A couple potatoes
Canola oil


Instructions for curry:
1. Fry onion in pan with some canola oil
2. Once soft, add turmeric. Then add a couple of cups of water, the salt, chillies, cracked pepper, cinnamon stick
3. If you have pomegranate fruit paste or fruit leather, add some of that. Otherwise you could use juice of some kind.
4. If you have it, add the powder from dried non-ripened grapes (tangy) a substitute could be tomato paste or lemon juice or both.
5. Let simmer and cook down.

6. Cook chicken in butter

7. Use food processor to chop walnuts/blend till as smooth as you can be bothered (Mehri did this for ages)
8. Add to the simmering onion broth

9. Put chicken and broth/curry into a pot and let simmer until ready to serve (consistency of curry)


Instructions for rice and potatoes:
1. Put basmati rice in a container, and use lukewarm water to wash the rice, removing the starch.
2. Do this several times.
3. Once the water runs clear, leave the rice to sit in a container with a several cups of lukewarm water and several tablespoons of salt.
4. Let sit for at least a half an hour, but could be overnight.
5. Boil water in a pot.
6. Add the salt water and rice to the pot
7. Boil the rice. Leave slightly undercooked.
8. Remove rice and let stand.

9. Take a 1/2 teaspoon of saffron and mix it with a half a cup of boiling water. Let stand.

10. Slice several potatoes into 1 cm wide slices.
11. Put oil (quite a lot) into the bottom of the rice pot and heat up.
12. Add the potatoes.
13. Let cook, until the potatoes get a whiteish sheen. Turning over.

* At this point, you can turn the whole thing off if the rest of your food isn't ready, or you can continue.

14. Add the rice
15. Make a hole (like a volcano) in the middle of the rice so that steam can circulate.
16. Let cook on medium for 30 minutes. Turn down if needed.
17. Let cool for awhile, or if everything else is ready, plunge the pot into cool water in the sink, this makes the potato not stick to the inside of the pot.

18. When you're ready to serve, put the rice and potatoes onto a large platter, and pour the saffron water over the top to colour the rice and give it flavour.


* A good side dish could be roast vegetables or salad.


Yum!
Thanks to the Taghavis for the wonderful dinner :)

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

At the end of the world. Almost.

Many things have happened over the last month. Lots good. Some not so good.

One week ago today, a large earthquake hit Christchurch. Actually, if you look at this website, over 300 earthquakes have hit since this time last week. About a third of the central business district of Christchurch has been destroyed, and many lives lost. New Zealanders and visitors from abroad seem to be picking themselves, dusting off the liquefaction, and finding solace and humour wherever they can. My friends, down for the weekend to see me off and gather supplies in untouched Dunedin, seem rather excited about their bucket/toilet contraption (oh for clean running water and power). Love to you all in Christchurch. And keep safe, will you?

In the weeks preceding the earthquake, I did all those organizational things one does before a trip around the world. International Driver's License. Check. A will (seems more real in light of this terrible last week). Check. Spray clothes with terribly hazardous chemical substance to kill all mosquitos and prevent malaria. Check. Get jabbed with far too many needles so as to survive anything barring nuclear war. Check. Spend time with friends and family and remember how much I love my peeps and Dunedin. Check.

 Crooks and Kanes together again

 Biking with mum along the harbour.

I also made an itinerary and bought plane tickets. So, if any of you out there happen to know of beautiful free apartments coming available in New Delhi, Mathura or Agra at the time of Holi, shoot me an email :)

These are my plans (subject to change):
March 2 (yes, I know, that's soon!) arrive into Bangkok, Thailand.
March 4 cross over into Cambodia, and explore Angkor Wat.
March 5-16 meander through Cambodia, making sure I'm at Phnom Penh on the 16th for my flight to India.

March 16 arrive into New Delhi, India.
March 17 buy a Sari so as to pretend to myself that I could possibly fit in with the locals.
March 18-30 wander around the Northern part of India, hopefully not losing my eyes to errant toxic paint during the festival of colour.

March 30 fly from India to Nairobi, Kenya to see Diana :)
April spent in Eastern Africa. Perhaps some part in Madagascar. Let's just wait and see what other countries can erupt with unrest or natural disasters. Anyone else feel like we're in the script of the straight-to-tv sequel to The Day After Tomorrow?

April 28 fly up to my brother in Berlin!
Sometime from April 28-May 5 buy a bike, and learn how to ride it.
May 6? Take the train from Berlin to Amsterdam (What, you thought I was actually going to ride that?)
May 7? til June 1 Bike from Amsterdam to Paris (It's flat. And there are tulips)

June 1 to June 7 Meet my parents in Paris for a week of croissants and mimes.
May 20 2011- May 20 2012 I'm legally allowed to be in France, talk french, eat more croissants and baguettes, and be gainfully employed should I so choose, or need—having run out of money.

The next you hear from me, I should be being overwhelmed by Asia.
Wish me luck!
(And also send me your addresses if you want the possibility of incomprehensible postcards).

Much love,
Mary

Monday, February 28, 2011

Cultural differences, and what I want out of this journey.

Having been home in New Zealand for a few weeks now, a few things are starting to make more sense. One is related to how people respond to me when I talk about this trip I'm taking.

In the United States, when I told people (prepare for mass generalisations forthcoming) that I was going to travel around the world by myself, hiking, biking, camping, staying in hostels, contacting strangers via couchsurfer and staying at their houses, going to live in countries where I didn't speak the language . . . I got a particular string of reactions.

"Aren't you scared?"
"Aren't you excited!"
"Wow, I could never do that"
"You have to do that while you're young"
"Isn't that a little indulgent?"
"Have you thought about x?"
"I'm so excited for you"
This website may have been forwarded my way from a particular friend (you know who you are :)  )

When I explained this same plan to New Zealanders, I got quite a different set of responses.

"Oh yeah, I've done that""Cool. Yeah, I've been there. It's awesome"
"That's so exciting"
"I/(my brother/mother/father/neighbour/friend/grandma/relative/hairdresser) did that/is doing that"
"I know a New Zealander there."
"I'm so excited for you"
Wikipedia explains a little more.

In general, New Zealanders just see this as a completely commonplace thing to do, while Americans don't. On one hand it's seen as really exciting and unknown, on the other as exciting, but quite standard—a rite of passage. On one it is seen as indulgent and perhaps career suicide/financial ruin, on the other as an opportunity to learn and actually often as an opportunity for career advancement, or the possibility to earn some Euros/pounds and bring them back home. To my lovely U.S. friends . . . yes this is a generalization, and to my multilingual U.S. Peace Corps friends (and others) . . . you don't really fit my generalizations, this I know.

As a dual citizen, and one who has now spent 2/3 of my life in New Zealand, and 1/3 in the States, I have begun to feel the niggling worries. Luckily, my NZ nonchalance wins out. So, let me explain it, to all those thinking I'm crazy.

What I want out of this year/two years/however long:
* To be at least bilingual (French). I want to develop advantages over my monolingual peers.  I want denser grey matter. . . who knows what I could apply that brain power to.
* To be able to grow my own food, organically. And keep bees. So far my bee experiments have failed.
* To survive biking long distance and camping by myself--when I'm not really a bike or camping person (yet!)
* To be able to give a sense of scale and perspective and understanding to global issues as they come up, books I've read or am yet to read, movies I've seen, because I've been there, talked to those people, and experienced some small bit of what they experience each day.

And that's about it, really. Of course there will be a million tiny things I gain from this journey. But these are the check boxes. Language. Food. Comfort Zone. Knowledge.

M.

Stewart Island Adventures

A lovely trip to the third main island of New Zealand with my parents and Kate.


 The Furious Foveaux 
The crossing was a little rough, to put it mildly.

Riding our bikes over two headlands to get to our bach in Horseshoe bay was a good intro to the island's topography. Unfortunately, these pictures do little to back that up, as we only took pictures during the nice flat interludes.

Kiwi hunting at night, unsuccessful. The bird was heard and not seen.
However, we did have fun trying, and there were a lot of other native fauna to interact with.

Weka

Friendly Stewart Island Robins

Sheep

Kereru (NZ Wood Pigeons)

 Black Oyster Catchers (Torea-pango)

Jellyfish substance thingamajig—what is that? Cute, regardless.

Saddlebacks (Tieke)

Kaka

 Natives

 Introduced Species
The more elusive/camera shy: Kakariki, Bellbirds, fantails

In addition to the biogeography, the landscapes themselves were just gorgeous. Here are a few to whet your appetites.






All in all, a wonderful time. Thanks, mum and dad.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Climate Lesson

Dunedin is on the East Coast of the South Island of New Zealand. It is classified as temperate, and might be considered similar to San Francisco. Weather is very changeable (remember this adjective if you ever visit and are considering what to pack); you can often have four seasons in one day.

Dunedin climate, historical averages.

Temperature, celsius Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jun Jul Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec Average
Previous Averages 14.7 14.7 13.4 10.7 7.6 4.9 4.8 6.5 8.6 10.5 11.9 13.8 10.2
Rainfall, millimeters  Jan  Feb Mar Apr May Jun Jul Aug Sep  Oct Nov Dec Average
Previous Averages 70 41 61 54 59 48 45 50 47 57 57 70 55
Wind Run, kms           Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jun Jul Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec Average
Previous Averages 168 156 156 144 156 132 132 144 168 180 180 168 157
Sunshine, hours         Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jun Jul Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec Average
Previous Averages 174 165 143 128 99 98 100 122 134 162 169 182
 * 1749 to 2003 (http://www.climate.co.nz/)

The hills that surround the city mean that the lowland town area is often more sheltered, whereas up here on Pine Hill, or Mt. Cargill it can get pretty windy. With our hills and valleys you can get anabatic and katabatic winds. Mt Cargill can trap the rain coming in from the Southeast, and leave the other side completely sunny in the Mt's rain shadow. This results in the roadtrip effect . . . whereby as people return from holiday in central otago or further up the coast, and come over the hill into Dunedin, inexplicably it starts to rain :)

The average yearly rainfall is 660mm, but feels like more because it tends to arrive as a mist/drizzle that persists. Of the main centers in NZ, Dunedin is the coolest, as it's found the furthest South.

Read the Dunedin City Council's Report on Dunedin and Climate Change by University of Otago Emeritus Professor of Geography Professor Blair Fitzharris. Dunedin may be one city that superficially benefits from a temperature increase--but what's going to happen to Logan Park and all that reclaimed land down by the harbour?

In the meantime, here's the view from my parents' house on a typical day :) Mist, rain, rainbows (out of my chosen window/view), cloud, sun, wind. No hail or snow as yet, but it is supposedly summer. Photos probably aren't in order.



Allium sativum

Finally dried and cleaned, here is the second pile of garlic from mum's prolific garden.


If you're looking for a good website for instructions on how to do the plaiting/braiding, I looked at a couple and liked one from Bloomingfields Farm in Connecticut
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The finished product! Now we just have to cook a ton of dishes with garlic in. Tonight we had roasted garlic (as well as other veggies). Any recipe suggestions?

Friday, January 28, 2011

It's really really real (C'est vraiment très réel)

On Tuesday I took the commuter flight to Wellington in order to plead my case to the French, that I'd be a great addition to their country for a year. I made sure to dress "French." I arrived 45 minutes early in my excitement. The woman at the desk asked me if I didn't want to go for un café and come back later when I'd actually be seen. I said I was fine, and sat in their waiting room reading my book . . . excitement probably palpable. An hour and a quarter later I was out of there, with a beautiful addition to my passport . . . the working holiday visa (vacances travail). From May 20, 2011 to May 20, 2012 I am able to live and work in France. What I'm going to do there, is anybody's guess.

Ideas? Friends of friends to visit? Places I just cannot go without seeing? Job prospects (to be truthful, I mainly see myself working on farms and vineyards and meandering around, but if any of you NG people have contacts at National Geographic France--now's the time to let me know)?

After this, I decided to celebrate Kiwi-style with a steak and cheese pie, and a visit to Te Papa (New Zealand's Smithsonian, I guess).


The long-term Mana Whenua exhibit, and the Maori carvings you find there are always some of my favourites. A neat addition (or one I hadn't seen before) were How-to videos on using traditional Maori tools and carving wood, stone, and bone. Made the pieces in the exhibit much more concrete yet even more amazing.  I also thought the Earthquake exhibit was fantastic. Not thoroughly convinced by the 12 minute "Golden Days" film, although may be an insightful view into the New Zealand Psyche--for good or for bad.

Can't leave you without a map . . . this one a beautiful floor map with New Zealand as the center of the world. As it should be.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Penguin Meetup



This is a video of some Yellow-eyed Penguins wandering in from the beach to their nests at Moeraki. Alison, I have a long way to go as videographer, I know. Wish you were here.

Points to anyone who writes a dialogue of the discussion between the three penguins and the curious seagull.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Wedding Celebrations


May I present Samara and Eamonn Whitham!

As I had so much fun at the wedding of one of my closest and oldest friends to another great friend and former flatmate, I forgot to take any photos.  To carry on one of the themes of this geographer on the move, provided is a map of the festivities for your enjoyment.

Congratulations to my two dear friends!

-M.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

And so it starts.

Kia Ora everyone.

I arrived into Auckland on Wednesday, temperature 22 degrees (into the 70s) wearing two jerseys, a woollen jacket, scarf, and snowboots. . . all in the name of transporting more possessions from one continent to the other.

Being a New Zealander, I refused to take the free shuttle provided for foreigners, and (still wearing my snowboots) tramped along the blue and white lines meandering past cargo holds and airport hangars along the inter-terminal walkway. That little bubble of laughter rising in me as I considered how silly I looked, and how unthinkable this type of walk would be in so many other security-laden airports in this world.

Home at the parents, I've already been to a 10:00am tea, bikkies and movie at the Rialto with my parents and the Kanes. The King's Speech. Highly recommend it. I've dug garlic; it's waiting to dry and be braided. I've made a latticed rhubarb and strawberry pie out of rhubarb from my mum's garden, and strawberries from the farmer's market. I've slept. Played sudoku. Basically I've aged an extra 35 years and am living out my retired years in style. Look for me at the church fair, I'll be the one with the doilies.


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