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    January 18, 2009

    Fish from the water

    In New York City, ordering fish from a purveyor, I never know who caught it and where. Basically you're at the mercy of your buyer. When I travel to Ecuador, the entire food experience is in your face, giving the sights and smells from land and sea. Take a morning walk in Puerto Lopez, where I was  fortunate enough to view fishermen at work, the fish coming from the water to my feet.

    Stepping on to the deserted side of the beach, we saw the first signs of that daily war around eating that's common to  Third World, the remains of what wasn't used. In this case, dead fish from the previous day's catch.  According to Begnino, our encyclopedic tour guide who knows Ecuador like no one else, they were likely from overloaded tubs. Or else they were the victims of the swooping sea birds, who'd come in to the boats looking to steal some lunch. 


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    Moving onwards, we came to a mass of boats and trucks lined along beach. Between stray dogs, and crowds of of people along the shore, flew birds diving for a free meal over lots of fish-packed plastic tubs carried from small boats to the shore onto the waiting trucks.

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    Along with the stray dogs, you'd see domesticated cats and dogs at almost every point, sunning themselves on the beachfront. One adorable fellow was left out. I have to admit that he tugged at my heart strings. He didn't whimper or cry as I pet his little head. My sense was that he undoubtedly knew his fate was at the mercy of the gods or himself.

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    Various bigger fish were spread out by the fisherman along the sand, as other parts of the catch were sorted out for the market. Three large swordfish were displayed side by side on the breaking tide as tourists gawked and fisherman feverishly divided the catch.

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    There were manta rays, large grouper, Mahi-mahi, Sepia, and snappers. One fish even had another fish caught in its mouth. And then there were the sharks, small and large, including hammer heads. The variety seemed endless.

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    We stopped to see fish mongers butchering the catch for markets across Ecuador, and presumably around the world. Their furious speed and knife work was amazing. It's no wonder after a long days work you find these hard workers spread out for a siesta on the hamacas in front of there simple homes taking a siesta.
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    Begnino noticed fish roe, from a shark, and bought them for a couple of dollars. It's said they help in various medicinal cures. According to Begnino,  the cure includes blending raw roe in some coca cola. I suddenly felt very healthy, not at all needed to partake, though my wife and her brother enjoyed this local tonic. I demurely said I would be ok with just the coke straight up, thank you very much!
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    As I feverishly snapped pictures, Benigno introduced me to various fish varieties, while conversing with the men who caught them. The men were all curious why I would want to snap photographs, and were amazed that I would be introducing pictures of the sea creatures for what they learned was "a food blog on the internet."

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    There was even a fisherman who wanted to give us his name and address so we could forward him some pictures. He went as far as to change into a t-shirt with a silk screened image of the countries new President, Rafael Correa, Begnino an ardent Social Christian Democrat looked on in disdain and laughed at the partisan political gesture of allegiance, I just snapped at the fish that were so amazing and so were the fisherman, humble and giving.

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    I want to thank the  hard working men and women who work on the boats and in the butchering stations of Puerto Lopez. They reminded me of what hard work means. Here in the developed world, so many of us have become rather lazy and comfortable, with modern life's mantra of "convenience." There are fewer conveniences in Ecuador. That said, they certainly have no lack of beautiful food and gracious people.

    January 17, 2009

    Lack of a loaf, my reflection on Ecuadors bread.

    Vacationing in Ecuador, I knew that I was going to be one miserable camper. Not because of ceviçhe, amoebas, or even relatives. No, it was the lack of good honest bread. In hot countries near the equator,(correct me if I am wrong, someone, please!) sourdough doesn't exist anymore. As a matter of fact commercially yeasted bread (pretty much is standard) fails my test. What you most often encounter here are pillows of light fluff for squeezing rather than eating. Your only options are pale,sweet rolls or sliced white bread  imported from America. It leaves me with one question. Why? Regardless of the answer, I was going to have to survive on plantains and rice as my only carb intake. Sacrebleu!

    While Ecuador has a bread culture, it's definitely lacking in variety and is going to need some improvement. But as with most cultures, you grow up with what know. I had been told that Manabis was the place for bread, with wood burning stoves in one village. Alas when we explored, I found a bakery with only one variety of rolls. Sadly, their oven was replaced with a gas stove. It seems most of the old wood stoves are gone with only one as a museum piece, the cause of lack of wood.

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    The bakery in Manabis with only this sample of bread.

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    Delivering bread in Puerto Lopez. These guy's have an assortment of little rosquitas, some soft rolls and a weird little bread dyed neon-red!

    While in Guayaquil I found a bakery making some sort of cornet bread or pastry, I asked to snap some pictures and was obliged. One of the bakers didn't seem to like me around and as we left he scolded the other young bakers, it seems the were an unlicensed business, strange it was on a main road and open to the street.

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    While on our way to the coast of Manabis, I spied a shop on a corner of the main street in Puerto Cayo. Just before we left the lazy town, I had to stop, noticing a sign on a building. It was a bakery with a perfect name, in case I decided to retire here with just a place to make some loaves for travelers and friends. I could set up a school, or a hospice for wayward sourdough bakers hard on their luck. "Can you help a fellow American whose down on his luck with a loaf ?

    Hay, bueno, bueno!

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    A fishing village,(Puerto Lopez, Ecuador)

    Our journey to Puerto Lopez on the Pacific coast took us on an old road, rather bumpy and surprisingly without a lot of traffic. I found out later the driver we hired had an urge for some sort of dish at a local spot, a aguado de pato,(duck stew). When we arrived, the owners were on vacation  so we ended up taking a hike through some semi-arid landscape over winding hilly roads. It all seemed familiar from all my previous adventures here. I have seen a lot of roads, vegetation, mud, burros and whatever else catches your eye in the back of a car's window on the  dusty back roads of Ecuador.

    Gradually, as we climbed and then descended from the more arid landscape, we saw greener, more dense vegetation in valleys filled with wild papayas. And in the distance I caught sight of blue from the Pacific ocean breaking on the white sandy shoreline. After four hours, we decided on having lunch on the road in a town called Puerto Cayo, formally the first attraction and tourist destination on Ecuador's Ruta del Sol.

    Quaint and pretty desolate, we stopped by several places to inquire what was  on the menu. It seemed everyone was just waking up; mind you it was approaching lunch time by my calculations, or is twelve noon too early? No one was offering anything of sustenance, not even soup, something typical here for breakfast and lunch. Instead most places had a ceviche, or a fish fry with rice or shrimp dish. We ended up all ordering a fresh Corvina frito with rice, accompanied by a crisp cabbage salad and the ubiquitous but delicious patacones,(fried and mashed plantains).

    Taking off, we passed a road sign that informed us we were entering Machalilla Nacional Park, a drier lunar looking landscape winding along the coast with brush, cactus and supposedly large feline creatures! Slowly, the car seemed to crawl over an even dustier road that, at some spots, looked totally in-hospitable, other than some shade from trees that covered the road, seemingly like they were closing around us as the limbs met from one side to the other. All to say that Ecuador is a dreamy country. With so much road time, your mind can go virtual, dreaming about who lived here before, the conquistadors arriving, or when will we ever get to our hotel!

    Finally after a few towns we arrived at an equally dusty road and sign, Puerto Lopez, our destination.  I was looking forward to jumping into the pool at the Hosteria Oceanic  where we would be spending the next five day's. At the moment, though, the idea of having an ice cold beer seemed awfully inviting. Or even a surf on the internet.... Ahhh, not so fast, my wife was taking control! First check in! Then we would head to town. But first get into some comfortable clothes, sun block, etc...Lord I thought I was on vacation! After checking in to our humble cabana's we had unpacked it was off to town just for a look see.

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    A huge humpbacked whale skeleton lay along side the road next to the palm covered cabana's of the very lovely looking Hosterial Mandala. Apparently the hotel was  booked solid. Whale-in-the-road or not, next time I will try it, as it's the place where everyone wants to stay.

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    We followed the sandy dirt road and followed a street up to the more center of town, away from the beachfront and towards the direction of the village food market. As we passed a little house, there were signs everywhere for La Bella Italia. From my wife's last trip, she had found a couple who had settled in this sleepy hamlet from Modena, opening the village's only Italian restaurant. We decided to stop there for dinner. The sign on the restaurants door appealed to me, reading "siesta 2-4." Italian, Ecaudorian, same smart sense of the good life!


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    The market was a low covered group of stalls filled with all sorts of fruit. At this point I was parched and my brother in-law suggested coconut water. The salesman ceremoniously took the large fruit and hacked it methodically on the ground with a machete. We took a gulp of the fruit till we had finished, and then he the cracked it in half, letting us dig into the soft flesh that he had kindly separated from the shell.

     

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    It was getting hot and dark and we decided to head back to our hostal for a bite for dinner and some sleep and an early walk onto the beach, maybe a dip in the pool?

    January 11, 2009

    Mangoes de chupar,(sucking mangoes amongst other things.)

    Hola, I've been back for only a week and I have a cold or flu, thus explaining my neglect to the site. So to make up for my silence I will post some pictures of my ten-day jaunt to Ecuador's Ruta del Sol, specifically the fishing village of Puerto Lopez.

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    My wife had traveled to Puerto Lopez last year while visiting her brothers. They  wanted to show me the possibilities for an investment in this sleepy fishing village.

    Before heading for the coast we spent a couple days relaxing by the pool, searching for cigars, as well as for a driver to head up north.





    Ceviçhe D'Marcelo

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    Okay, let's get to the real story here; food! We'll start with a ceviçhe my brother in-law claimed to be the best in the city. I had already had some fine examples at our hotel, including one mixto that featured fresh oysters. Delicious. Imagine a breakfast ceviçhe, or a soup of albacore with yucca. Anyway, I followed by in-laws to "D'Marcelo Ceviçhe," an open and bustling restaurant with a menu offering various ceviçhe plates, as well as arroz and fish cooked to however you liked. I went for a shrimp ceviçhe. Usually I would go for something more adventurous, but my wife was concerned about stomach ailments, insisting that I go for the least dangerous specimen.

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    The style of the shrimp cerviche was different from that I knew. It's in the style of Manbi,  from the Pacific coast where we would be visiting. It was warm and clear, the shrimp's only other partners pickled red onions and tomatoes. My brother in-law layered in a squirt of tomato ketchup, mustard, aji, (chili) and some oil. Crisco vegetable oil! Hmmm. Truth is that I followed his lead, even thought it struck me as nearly sinful to garnish such a national treasure with foreign condiments.

    To my surprise, my brother-in-law is as smart as his sister (my wife) is beautiful. (Sweetheart, I'm mentioning you.). Anyway, it was good. With some tostadas, plantain chips, and cangil,(popped corn) it was a new and interesting rendition

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    Mangoes de Chupar

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    Being the season for mangoes, Chella was yearning for  "mangoes de chupar," which translates as "sucking mangoes." My wife and brother in-law decided on a culinary field trip seeking out the best. We rented a car and headed out to a town called Salitre, which was the heart of the growing area. Once you find the mangoes, the trick to eat these softball size fruits is to squeeze it, releasing fibrous juices. Then you bite off the end and indulge until sucked dry. Be forewarned of sticky juices escaping from your fingers, or the other end and landing on your clothes like orange guano. We stopped by the road where my brother in-law managed to buy 200 hundred of these juicy fruit for only fifteen dollars.

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    There is always interesting food finds here, stuff you never see in markets in New York City.  Live turkeys, chickens, and all kinds of seafood. The various stalls on the side of the road offered typical and not so common foods, such as purple sweet potatoes, aka camote or Okinawan sweet potatoes.We had a taste of these starchy purple fruit off the grill, served with a stewed duck leg and a side of rice. Beyond the delicious food, Salitre is a just another dusty town with speed bumps and lots of food stalls selling everything from mangoes  to bollo's de pescado.

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    After driving for awhile, we turned off the main road onto a dirt road to what looked like a river to me, but a sign described as a "playa." The thatched kiosks were full of vacationers. On the river in canoes were people selling fish, mangoes and various produce. On shore we met local fishermen who were offering fish, and freshwater prawns, along with crayfish. What I would of done for a stove and some utensils?

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    The market was bustling with all sorts of local grown fruits as well as meats and seafood. As was the beach, where they brought the market to the people.  Strange and unfamiliar, still, it sure can taste good though when it's fresh and local.

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    August 21, 2008

    Istanbul

    As some of you may know I am on vacation. Most of the time was spent at home alone with the cat! So today I go on a little adventure. I fly off to Istanbul to meet Dilara Erbay who has invited me as a guest chef at her restaurant Dilara Sabra cadabra.

    See you on the otherside.

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    September 16, 2007

    llamas and wurstli

    During my travels in Baselland, we decided on a traditional outdoor Swiss meal, but it's like a weenie roast, I can't recall the spelling  it's brotli or something like that? My sister will box my ears regarding my misspelling, for sure!
    Making our way down the road in the family automobile I winced  from my previous days excursion on bike to Maisprach as we passed some hilly country!  My brother in-law suggested we take a short ride around this area, no way! We were headed for a town called Reigoldswil, just a few km's away, scenic for sure!
    Parking the car and disembarking the kids from the family van, we got on a gondola and headed up the side of the mountain adjacent to the town, you could admire the blue skies and even see the Black forest not so far away just yonder! The kids loved showing me the different landmarks, and just below we saw some llamas!!
    I snapped away and we walked to a path after choosing not to climb any higher, god if we did I would of croaked from exhaustion!
    We staked out a camp fire that was already used and sent the kids and Unkel Jerry to fetch wood for the fire as my sister unpacked some potato chips and readied our wurstli. My Swiss army knife came in quite handy, a must when in Switzerland, you never know what situation you will find yourself, believe me!
    The kids climbed up the sides of the hills as I waited below less motivated than usual. The first sticks were shaved and pointed like little spears for the wurst, the rest was parked over the stones and we sparked up the wood, a crackling fire was at work! The various wurstli were impaled on sticks as they turned there skin browned and the smoke hissed when the juices kissed the hot coals. This is my second brotli, the first I have to say was a bit tastier, we had some bier, this outing was simpler, though the wurst were delicious and I didn't mind stopping by to see the llamas, I called out to them in Spanish, saying, "hola primo!" I should of known they spoke only Swiss German!
    Now that we were on the mountain, we had to get down, what else would this family of mine think of, a wanderweg, but on the most challenging Jaeger route! The end of the road led to a local bakery for some gelati, my sister and kids quickly faded as me and Andre piloted our way back home, I was ready for a beer!



    August 31, 2007

    Bara in Bethesda

    I don't think I have ever mentioned my mate Mick from the bread forum, accept for the fact that I would go to visit Wales for a bread baking trip during my month long vacation to Europe!

    This is my story of that wonderful gathering.Bethesdabakin',named for the town where it took place.Free wheeling, filled with anarchic bread talk,rough rugby types, a dog named Otto, amongst some of the finest people from different corners of the UK, France, the US and one cute rye baker from Denmark!
    Well I am only three days back and I am ready to win the 350 million mega lottery tonight so I can  fly back tomorrow, if I were so lucky!

    The first time I met Mick amongst other avid home/pro bakers on Dan Lepards site, there was this feeling that somehow I knew this guy for years? We exchanged formulas, he gave me his sound advice on some leaven care and usage; generally I  asked only his opinion on my latest loaf and he would begrudgingly give my ego some much needed patting on the head.
    So Mick who had a long thread on Dan's site relating a project to open a bakery for fellows on the wrong side of the law; that went sour when his former employers who's need for publicity out weighed the kneads that Mick was giving to this band of men who wanted to learn the fine art of baking bread. Dashed hopes and dreams, Mick rebounded on the shores of  France,(nice life!), There he conjured up a meeting of bakers at his homestead in  Bethesda,Wales.   The previous year I missed a chance to meet Mick for a few pints and some bread talk  while on vacation. So he started putting the idea back on the forum and instilled and recruited some of us with the idea to gather and organize with him an event, sort of a Woodstock of bread baking in Bethesda!
    Now that I have attended what I believe will be an annual event, where we shared ideas,laughed and above all enjoyed the company of some really great people. This is my chance to share some images of the goings on, which is now a wiki site that Dan Lepard set up that tells what happened and celebrates this event! Another fellow attendee I had met prior to the event James, had a site for the event set up too, the clock at the bottom of the page reset and is ticking off for next year,be there or be square!!

    P.S. thanks to all these fine people

    1. Mick
    2. Dan Lepard
    3. Jeremy
    4. James (jlangt)
    5. John (Mercurius)
    6. Dom
    7. Alex (black dog)
    8. Kathy (may or may not join in the baking)
    9. Ben Johnson
    10. Rick Coldman (Moonbake)
    11. Stig
    12. Nina
    13. shooz
    14. Jack (sideburns)
    15. Adam
    16. Nick
    17. Bradley Prezant

    And to TP, spirits were felt, including the Schnapps!!


    January 02, 2007

    Ecuador

    Hola!
    Just waiting for my flight back to New York from Ecuador.This was a business/family holiday trip and as usual I assume the worse when traveling here, but was surprised to find some changes and modernization, but "further on up the road" I would be haunted by the ghosts of Ruminhuai and Atahualpa probably because of my Mothers ancestors or the plato typica that I so stupidly ordered before going on an eight hour trip from Guayaquil on the coast to Loja, stopping through Cuenca on the Puerta de Inca road in the southern Andes.To be continued.......