It’s inevitable that one of my travel obsessions to make it in words
in going to be food. Cambodia does not disappoint on this front and
i’ll need to upload some photos to bring all the colour to life. This
is just a small snippet from a market foray this morning…
I’ve
never been one to shy away from a roadside stall selling interesting
local delights. Thanks to a cast iron constitution, I generally find
that as long as it’s freshly cooked, I can eat almost anywhere without
fear. The last time I had the squits (as STC calls them), was after an
extravagant and rich French meal in Sydney where I was way too
indulgent with the butter and cream overload.
Breakfast this
morning was far from rich… we wandered into the Russian Market in Phnom
Penh and plonked ourselves down at a table. The girls in the kitchen
were giggling a bit at me and pointing at their faces. Yep, it’s not
the first time that my freckles have been a source of great amusement.
I pointed back – but this time at the steaming cauldrons of broth and
rice noodles and held up two fingers. Ah ha, a moment of understanding…
Two
bowls arrive heaped with noodles, a few bits of meat (I can’t be sure
exactly of the type!), coriander and finely chopped spring onions.
Beside that, more little bowls with stuff to sprinkle – bean sprouts,
chilli pastes and a wedge of lime to set off the salty soup.
This is my idea of a really good time.
