Nominated. Again

jbfa-medal.pngHaving been nominated for a James Beard Foundation Award last year, I thought I was chancing my arm trying again, so when I heard late yesterday afternoon, via Twitter no less, that I had again been nominated, I was amazed. Amazed, delighted, excited.

Of course, as I said last year, my secret weapon is my guests. They’re the ones with something worth listening to. I just find them, ask the questions and tidy up a bit afterwards.

I dithered like mad this time trying to select a suitable episode to enter, and in the end decided on a compilation of three different excerpts. So, if you haven’t already heard them, or if you fancy a repeat, do have a listen to:

I’m in pretty good company too.

Congratulations to Gravy (which is also enjoying its second nomination) and Burnt Toast. See you, with any luck, in New York.

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14 March 2016

Crackers no more

  1. BMI – body mass index – is nice and simple, and simply misleading. Fivethirtyeight offers a great overview.
  2. Some UK dairy farmers are seeing the merits of micro-dairies.
  3. While some drinkers question the need for – and, indeed, the meaning of – the label “natural wine”.
  4. “A salame is a salume, but a salume is not necessarily a salame.” Confused? You need Salumi 101.
  5. Rachel Laudan turns adversity into a thoughtful, thought-provoking and, perish the thought, potentially useful article on soft food.

All about that Indonesian cracker

Water buffalo skin dryingIf you listened to my most recent podcast you have heard me declare Indonesia the global leader in foods that crunch. I was particularly struck by a large square of tasty nothingness, an airy pillow about 10 cm square and 2 cm thick that was somehow vaguely familiar and yet utterly strange. I even guessed that it might have been made somehow from the starchy water left after washing rice.

Today I learned the truth, and I could not have been more wrong. The cracker in question is the bovine equivalent of porky scratchings, and as someone who, in his youth, had consumed a scratching or two, knowing that explains the vague familiarity.

Today I met Ibu Tima and her son Nico, who make smaller versions – 2 cm cubes – of these things 1 for a living. The process starts with the skin of a water buffalo, bought from the local butcher. That gets cut up into pieces and boiled (exact details are a little hazy) and then the hair and outer layer of skin are scraped off. The pieces are then boiled again before being cut into cubes of about 1/3 cm and placed out on a mesh frame under the sun. Tima or Nico stir them about every now and again, and after two days the skin cubes resemble light yellow amber.

Transformation into crackers starts with soaking the cubes in warm oil. They’re not really frying at this stage, just being warmed up a bit, although they do expand a bit too. Then comes the drama of chucking the warm cubes into really hot oil, where they hiss and spit and bubble and expand like that crazy foam insulation you squirt into big gaps around windows.

And that’s it, after a minute or two draining: cubes of tasty, crunchy nothingness.

I was suitably amazed, and of course I had to share my learnings. ‘Cos that’s what we do when we’re on mission.


  1. These things being, apparently, krupuk kulit. I should have known Wikipedia would know, but of course I had no clue what to look for. I might have guessed too, that Indonesian scientists have confronted the contaminating possibility of pork scratchings. ↩

Crackers about Indonesian food Impromptu ramblings to excuse my failure to deliver

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crackersI’m on what the real professionals call a mission, or, failing that, duty travel. And once again I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. So, rather than admit defeat and just leave well enough alone, I decide to record a little reflection on the food of Indonesia, at least, the food I’ve eaten so far, halfway into the trip.

I forgot to mention durian. I guess that tells you all you need to know about how little of an impression it made. Yes, it smells. Yes, the taste and texture are odd. It wasn’t that bad, but I certainly won’t be packing one in coffee grounds and triple-wrapping it to bring it back with me, as one colleague advised.

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29 February 2016

Happy leap day

  1. I’m in a town I’ve never been to before. Where should I eat? Not any place that rates highly on Yelp, and here’s why.
  2. In case you missed it, that story about “fake” Parmesan containing wood-pulp. You get what you pay for, although that’s not to say you couldn’t make a perfectly acceptable, wood-free Parmesan-style hard cheese outside Emilio-Reggiano.
  3. Just as you can probably make an perfectly acceptable, Giera-grape based sparkling wine that isn’t officially Prosecco. In New Zealand, for instance.
  4. All about emulsifiers, bedrock of so many prepared foods. Possibly more than you want or need to know, but a good companion to …
  5. Nostalgia at the stove, Cynthia Bertelsen’s critique of modern food writing.