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Mary Had A Little Lamb

Palestinian lamb roast
Olive Tree Restaurant, Anaheim CA

The splendor that is kharouf mahshiThe splendor that is kharouf mahshi

In the spirit of  the famed annual Explorers Club dinner, Los Angeles food adventurers LA Gastronauts arrange monthly dinners around Southern California featuring unusual, ethnic and otherwise unique cuisine. These dinners can take the form of a “pop-up” with a restaurant hosting for a specialty chef, or as was the case recently at Anaheim, California’s Olive Tree Restaurant, a specialty signature dish presented by the restaurant. Olive Tree is quietly tucked into a horseshoe-shaped strip mall in the area of Anaheim known as “Little Arabia” (alternately “Little Gaza”), their base of operations for providing home-style preparations of a wide variety of Mediterranean and Middle Eastern dishes. The inside dining area was reserved for the Gastronauts dinner and owner Yusuf “Joe” Abdo was having to turn customers away while they prepared the room for the feast. Abdo introduced me to Nancy, the person responsible for turning a whole lamb into the gastronomic extravaganza known as kharouf mahshi – whole roasted lamb stuffed with rice, meat and almonds. Abdo explained that the dish is popular throughout the Arabic world, and although the dish is presented with the limbs on separate trays according to Islamic tradition, their version is done Palestinian-style (with the lamb presented whole on a single tray).

Olive Tree Restaurant in Anaheim, CaliforniaOlive Tree Restaurant in Anaheim, California

Since I arrived early I was offered a drink to hold me over until the feast began; I asked for something traditional and was presented a can of Vimto, a carbonated beverage flavored with grape, raspberry and currant juice as well as herbs and spices. The drink originated in the UK in 1890, although the original version was not carbonated and Abdo wanted me to try it so that I could compare it to his homemade version during the feast. In between setting up tables and bringing out the “side dishes”, he would occasionally bring something over to the table for me to try, such as a savory beef and lamb-filled arayes kufta; the crispy grilled pita pocket was lightly spiced and light enough not to spoil my appetite for the food orgy to come. At one point he arrived with a greyish-brown chunk of unknown origin impaled on the tines of a fork, stating, “Hey, you’re adventurous – try this”.  As the taste registered on my tongue he informed me that it was lamb kidney, and although I enjoy mammal kidney regardless of the sometimes musty taste, this was mellow and flavorful (which he attributed to the super-secret cooking technique). As the last regular patron was leaving, he attempted to pay for his meal with American Express; the cashier responded with, “We don’t take American Express, only Arabic Express – cash!”

A lavish spread to precede the roasted lambA lavish spread to precede the roasted lamb

The “side dishes” and starters were bough out around the same time the Gastronauts arrived; huge platters of hummus and mutabal (an eggplant dip), fresh Medjool dates and fattoush (a toasted pita chip salad packed with parsley, cucumbers, radishes, tomatoes and scallions and liberally garnished with sumac and mint) seemed about to collapse the table they rested on. At the end of the table was a platter of chopped pieces of mixed organ meats which included kidney, liver and a slightly spicy spleen. Abdo had two soda fountain bubblers off to the side dispensing a sweet apricot nectar that made the perfect mixer for the illicit hooch smuggled in pocket flasks and his homemade “Vimto”. The later beverage was heavy with rose water that you could smell well before the cup met your lips; the deep red brew had a rich cherry taste and undoubtedly would permanently stain your innards – it was sweet but tasted nothing like the Vimto soda I was offered earlier.

Bits of eye, brain and tongue mingle with savory lamb meat and riceBits of eye, brain and tongue mingle with savory lamb meat and rice

The main course arrived in a shroud of aluminum foil and placed on a round table in the center of the room atop a regal purple tablecloth; once the metallic veil was lifted there was a round of applause as an entire lamb sprung forth, meat hanging off in tatters and yellow rice spilling from its gut like an army of maggots. Abdo and several other of the staff began dismembering the beast, heaping the flesh in a mound on top. Under normal circumstances i would have had no contenders for the choice bits (eyes, tongue, brains); however, these were not normal circumstances as several of the Gastronauts had similar designs on the head meats. Since the Gastronauts are a civilized bunch, we ceremoniously split the prize among us so that anyone who wanted to taste it could, and it was worth the wait. Some of the lamb was added to a deep tray filled with bamia creating a wet stew rich in tomato and jam-packed with the cutest baby okra you ever saw in your life. The meat was strong without the gamey flavor that often accompanies lamb; the hours of roasting had not taken any of the moisture out and it was absolutely some of the best lamb I’ve ever eaten. The mountain of yellow rice the carcass rested on was prepared separately but the rice that had been cooked inside the lamb took on the appearance (and a little of the taste) of dirty rice, and between the two was my starch of choice.

Baklawa with a tea chaserBaklawa with a tea chaser

Dessert was a sweet, sticky and flaky baklawa laced with custardy cheese and dusted with pistachio dust; trays of simple black tea complemented the pastry and was just enough to finish the feast. Olive Tree’s menu states that hookahs are available for $16, and although I don’t have the ghost of Walter Raleigh riding on my back I think I would have had a few puffs if one was brought out; fortunately there wasn’t one in sight. Both the lamb and I had been stuffed well past stupid, but Abdo suggested people take home the leftovers and like a crack whore I packed the meat and rice into a Styrofoam container and headed out. The children tell how Mary had a little lamb but had she been present at Olive Tree for the Palestinian lamb roast, I have no doubt she would have had a lot of lamb.

Olive Tree Restaurant
512 S. Brookhurst Street
Anaheim CA 92804
GPS Coordinates:  33°49’33.56″N 117°57’30.50″W

GALLERY: See images from the Gastronaut’s whole lamb roast at Olive Tree Restaurant in Anaheim CA

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Out With The Bad Air, In With The Good

A recap of Trippy Food in 2010

Happy New Year - toasting with absinthe at The EdisonHappy New Year - toasting with absinthe at The Edison

As the stormy waves of aguardiente crash along the shore on the rocks of what was 2010, I look back on the year that was with a smile and a tear. I like to think I’ll carry forth the exciting and new experiences, forgive the personal injustices and learn from mistakes to make 2011 the best year to date, but it will probably end up that what happened in 2010 stays in 2010. Last year, Trippy Food as an electronic print medium was still in journalistic diapers; it started as a way to relate the stories and images of an ongoing lifetime of culinary and travel adventure, and it has picked up momentum to become the runaway train I’m piloting like some modern-day Casey Jones with a keyboard and a camera. Since I started 2010 without a rent-paying gig, my road trips were fewer than in previous years. In February I headed to Boston with the prospect of a jam session with musicians I spent my musical career with; unfortunately it never materialized. There’s an old saying that goes, “When life deals you lemons, make lemon merengue pie” (I may be paraphrasing here), and so it was an opportunity to revisit some of the sights and tastes I’d grown up with, including fried clams at Woodman’s; the giant Hood milk bottle and the Babson College globe; ice cream smorgasbord at Putnam Pantry; coffee Jell-O at Durgin-Park; and the chance to make Fluffernutters, brown bread and scrapple.

At Boston's oldest restaurant, Union Oyster HouseAt Boston's oldest restaurant, Union Oyster House

2010 marked my first visit to the wonderfully quirky Portland, Oregon, which felt like someone took two of my favorite places (New England and Austin, Texas) and threw them together in a blender, right down to the “Keep Portland Weird” sign and the brilliant autumn foliage. In addition to hitting the infamous Voodoo Donuts, I enjoyed the historic oyster stew at Dan and Louis Oyster Bar, sampled the famous food carts, got lost in Powell’s Books, and visited roadside attractions such as the Church of Elvis, world’s smallest park, giant Paul Bunyan statue and various other oversized statuary. I also put the 49th pushpin in my map of the 50 U.S. states with a road trip to Boise, Idaho where I experienced first-hand the famous “smurf turf” at Bronco Stadium, enjoyed The Bourgeois (russet potatoes fried in duck fat and sprinkled with black truffle salt) at Boise Fry Company, hit my first Five Guys, had the fried dough monstrosity the locals call “scones” at Merritt’s and stuffed myself stupid with rich, delicious Basque cuisine at Epi’s. As part of my quest to visit all 50 states in 50 years, there’s one more stop on the Trippy Train left – South Carolina, which will become my primary focus at the beginning of 2011. I’m shooting for more visits to New England/New York and am hoping for visits to Denver, Cartagena (Colombia) and Asia before the year is over, with the goal of doing next New Year’s Eve in Times Square.

Preparing to be defeated by Orochon Ramen Special #2Preparing to be defeated by Orochon Ramen Special #2

I attended multiple events in 2010, some of which were personal goals and others that just happened. There were homages to the vegetable gods (the Castroville Artichoke Festival and the California Avocado Festival in Carpinteria), my new annual ritual of the Day of the Dead (Dia de los Muertos) celebration at Hollywood Forever Cemetery, the SWEA Swedish Christmas Fair, L.A. County Fair and the Moon Festival in Chinatown; I attended my first Burns Night supper where I was fortunate enough to have a second go at haggis; I browsed the plethora of handmade crafts and food at Artisanal L.A.; and I was overwhelmed by the huge amassing of food vendors at the L.A Street Food Festival and food industry folk at the Los Angeles Times Celebration of Food and Wine. Many of the gourmet food trucks I’ve known and loved were at the events, including Ta Bom, Smokin’ Willies, The Grilled Cheese Truck and the Dim Sum Truck, but I also got turned on to some new rolling kitchens there and on the street such as Coolhaus, the DosaTruck, Street Hawker, and Rescue Juice. I had an amazing experience tagging along with author, blogger and radio and TV personality Eddie Lin at The Hump in Santa Monica (where we dined on live lobster sashimi and cod sperm sacs) and at Gueleguetza (enjoying chapulinas, huitlacoche and scorpion mescal with Bricia Lopez), and have had the pleasure of working with Eddie on several podcasts that  are linked on the web site.

Picking a spider crab at HC Seafood, Channel Islands HarborPicking a spider crab at HC Seafood, Channel Islands Harbor

2010 saw my first tastes of a wide variety of food and drink – Rosca de Reyes, glögg, Cole’s French dip, the maple bacon bar at Voodoo Donuts, a wide variety of top-shelf rum, the insidious McRib, toasted mealworms, Cynar, Chinese turkey, live sea urchin, the artery-clogging bacon explosion, lutefisk, bunny chow, wild mushrooms, huitlacoche, bacon-wrapped bull penis and grilled baby octopus, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I had several opportunities to explore Brazilian cuisine and took a class on making kimchee; in 2011, I’m setting my sights on revisiting German, Eastern European, Southern U.S. and South American cuisines. I’ve met some wonderful folks – chefs, gourmet food truck operators, bloggers and writers that I feel richer to have made their acquaintance. Please forgive me if I leave anyone out, but there’s just not enough room to acknowledge all the people who have left a lasting impression on me, including Tom Jackson (Rescue Juice); Elise Thompson (LAist, Kiki Maraschino); Ben Ford (Ford’s Filling Station); Ilse, Jackie and Julie Marques (Ta Bom); The Minty; Dave Danhi and Michele Grant (the Grilled Cheese Truck); Christina Ansautagui (Epi’s); Arianna Armstrong (Food Truck Times, Grapesmart); Bill “Smokin’ Willie” Kelley; Shuji “Professor Salt” Sakai; Alex Chu (Dim Sum Truck); Vivianne Lapointe (LIVE F>A>S>T); Chris and Kosta Tsangaris and Danielle (Redondo Beach Cafe); Adam Borich (Lucifer’s Damned Good Pizza); Valentina Silva (Eastside Food Bites); Alex Peña (La Morenita Bakery); Jill Flomenhoff (Bangers and Smashed); Erika Nakamura (Lindy and Grundy); Gary Green (TV Food and Drink); Shawna Dawson (SauceLA); Kimmy Song and E. J. Jeong (Cham Bistro); Edward Allen (The Barry Group); Chef Lupe Liang (Hop Woo); Edward Hah (8 oz. Burger); Kat Nguyen (JS² Communications); Natasha Case (Coolhaus); Travis Schmidt (WorldFare); Brendan Collins (Waterloo and City) and the folks at Boobs4Food.

Saying goodbye to 2010 (Santa Rosa CA)Saying goodbye to 2010 (Santa Rosa CA)

If it seems like the negative experiences of 2010 are missing, I assure you it is intentional. With all the wonderful things to accommodate the five senses, I prefer not to waste pixels on bad juju; besides, it’s difficult enough hoping I’m able to reach you and entice you to experience the things I write about to suggest what to avoid. I’ll let you decide that for yourselves, but if you truly want to know, drop me a line and I’ll give you my honest opinion. As we forage on through 2011, I hope to see you all along the way – I’ll give everyone advance notice on the Trippy Food Facebook page when I’m going to check out a new site or dish, and hope you can tag along or meet me there and make wonderful travel and culinary memories that we’ll be looking back on in 2012. Feel free to comment at Trippy Food, or send me an e-mail at val@trippyfood.com – I promise not to distribute your information or try to sell you anything. I look forward to the coming year and continuing to share my experiences with you – see you on the road!

Heart Of The Country

Center of the Contiguous 48 States

Lebanon, Kansas

One of many signs indicating the center of the countryOne of many signs indicating the center of the country

Use your favorite adhesive and mount a Rand McNally map of the contiguous 48 United States on the wall (if it has all 50, we’ll just ignore Alaska and Hawaii for now). I’ll wait. Done? Good. Now take a dart and take your best shot to hit the center of the map. If you’re a decent darts player, you should land in the vicinity of Lebanon, Kansas, and with close to the same accuracy as L. T. Hagadorn and L. A. Beardslee achieved in 1898. As part of the U. S Coast and Geodetic Survey that year, engineers Hagadorn and Beardsly cut a detailed cardboard form of the U. S. at the time (Hawaii, Alaska, Arizona and New Mexico were not yet states, but the latter two did not affect the shape). This was rested on a point until it balanced, placing the location in the middle of Johnny Grieb’s hog farm in Lebanon, Kansas (about a half mile from the current location of the marker). Since Farmer Grieb didn’t want a bunch of city folk traipsing through his fields, the current site was selected. A slightly more scientific method of centering the intersection of even-length lines between the northernmost and southernmost and the easternmost and westernmost points of the contiguous U.S. would place the center some 215 miles away as the crow flies near the appropriately named Center, Kansas in Chautauqua county, but since no one really agrees on the most accurate means of calculating the point, Lebanon is as good a location as any. Read the rest of this entry »

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Got Silk?

San Diego, California
Beondegi (Silkworms)

Silkworm pupae (beondegi) in the frying panSilkworm pupae (beondegi) in the frying pan

I was discussing insects as food online one day with friend and fellow foodie Dale, who asked if I had ever tried silkworms. Since the answer was “No” (I would have remembered that), he told me that he had enjoyed them at Min Sok Chon, a Korean restaurant in San Diego. On my next trip to San Diego I decided to follow his suggestion and have Korean food for lunch. Imagine my dismay when I pulled up to the restaurant to find it not only closed, but CLOSED. Since I foolishly assumed that all Korean restaurants must feature this taste treat, I walked into the Korea House next door and asked the hostess if they served silkworms. She seemed unfamiliar with the word, and when I started describing it as an insect or a worm, her eyes lit up in recognition. She drew a picture on a scrap of paper that looked like a fat maggot and asked if that’s what I was looking for; since I had never seen a silkworm, I nodded to confirm. I figured that even if I was wrong, I was looking at sampling some kind of worm-like creature. Sadly, she said that they didn’t serve them there, but suggested the Korean grocery across the street and told me to ask for beondegi. I was having some difficulty with the pronunciation, so she wrote the name in Korean on the piece of paper.

Enjoying beondegi and kimchi

I drove across the street to the First Korean Market and made a bee-line to the meat counter, showing the butcher the piece of paper. He walked me up one of the aisles to a stack of small cans that he identified as the silkworms I had been looking for. He must have seen the doubt in my eyes, since the sign below the stack of cans identified it as “fish food.” He assured me that this was the Holy Grail I sought, and that they were delicious heated up in a frying pan. At about $1.50 a can, I bought two; since the minimum purchase was $10 I also picked up some kimchi and mixed rice crackers with whole dried anchovies. My confusion was in no way lessened when I looked at the receipt that listed the silkworms as “bird feed.”

As I later found out, beondegi are not silkworms. Silkworms are the larvae stage of a moth in a form we normally refer to as a caterpillar. Before turning into a moth, the silkworm wraps itself into a silk cocoon and changes form again, this time as a pupa; this is what is eaten as beondegi. The practice comes from the collection of the silk – the cocoon is boiled in water, then unraveled and spooled. In factories where this was done, the cooked pupa provided a quick snack with no break required. I was a bit taken aback when I opened the can, as the pupa looked like puffy, flat cockroach abdomens, but I had an emotional investment in seeing this meal through to completion. I dumped them in a frying pan with some olive oil and stir-fried them until they darkened up. Served with the kimchi, they were surprisingly tasty – meaty, chewy and rich adding a nice texture to the meal. A word of caution – if you decide to stir fry them, keep in mind that they are packed in water, and even after draining them, when the water hits the oil they jump out of the pan like popcorn.

Eating beondegi au naturel - heat and eat

I brought the second can into the office, since no unusual food substance should go unshared with the unsuspecting public, and was told by several Korean co-workers that I had prepared them incorrectly. I quickly blamed the butcher’s instructions, but apparently it wasn’t too heinous a crime; a quick heating in the microwave (in a bowl, of course) was all that is required to enjoy them Korean-style. I tried the first spoonful and had to admit that the taste was vastly different than the pan fried variety. Since these critters stuff themselves stupid with leaves (normally from the mulberry tree) before hibernating for their moth debut, that is exactly what they taste like – a little meat sac filled with leaves. The taste isn’t disgusting, but there are only a certain amount of leathery wet leaves you can chew on before it gets old – folks who chew tobacco may have a different opinion. After letting whoever wanted to sample them try a spoonful, I decided that whether or not it’s traditional, the only way I’m eating these again is fried.

First Korean Market
4625 Convoy Street
San Diego, California 92111
GPS coordinates: 32°49’27.17″N 117° 9’15.95″W

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Of Uncles and Ants

Bucaramanga, Santander, Colombia
Hormigas Culonas (leaf-cutter ants)

One of the cigar and liquor stores in Bogotá selling hormigasOne of the cigar and liquor stores in Bogotá selling hormigas

Colombia, South America is truly an amazing country with a wide variety of hearty foods and delicacies. What has to rank at the top of the country’s most unusual cuisine are hormigas culonas. The Spanish name literally translates to “big-butt ants”, which as it turns out is a very accurate description. I had been to Colombia several times, but unfortunately not at the time of year when they are harvested, roasted and snacked on. On my last visit to Bogotá at the beginning of April, I was told by my wife Claudia’s uncle that the ants were in season and I stood a good chance of getting them while I was there. The reason these treats are seasonal is because only the winged females are harvested as they leave the nest to start their own colony, and event that takes place for a few weeks in the spring. The ants are harvested in the rural areas of Santander department (Colombian “departments” are the equivalent of American states), processed in larger cities such as Bucaramanga, then shipped and sold. I was anticipating having to visit a Colombian restaurant and ask if they have ants, expecting an argument about how clean their establishment is, but they are actually sold packaged in cigar and liquor stores.

Ants on a plane - Enjoy!Ants on a plane - Enjoy!

My brother-in-law told me of a place near the Plaza de Toros Santamaria (Bogotá’s bullfighting ring) where he had seen them advertised, but it was questionable when we would be able to get over to that part of the city. While being driven back to our hotel (I prefer not to drive there, which gives me an opportunity to bury my face in my hands and scream) I saw a handwritten banner draped across the top of a cigarreria that read “HORMIGAS” in huge letters. I asked the driver to stop so that I could go ant shopping, and brought Claudia with me for translation purposes. In my best Spanish (which isn’t that great), I asked, “¿Tiene hormigas?” and was presented with the small, medium and large bag. I felt that if I really liked them, the small bag would be inadequate; consequently, having a large bag of nasty-tasting insects would not be a wise investment – I opted for the medium bag (at about $15 US). The clear plastic bag was stapled shut with no markings on it, and the contents looked like raisins or very dark shelled peanuts. I decided to wait until I returned to the U.S. to try them and so in my backpack they went.

Not very daring - this was probably my 60th ant

As my return flight got closer to LAX, I wondered how these would be treated at customs. They weren’t alive, and they certainly weren’t meat or plants, but not being sure, I decided to try some in the event that I would have to forfeit them. I opened the bag and smelled them first – they gave off a woodsy, meaty aroma. I studied them closely and noticed that the ones that were still in one piece were big, about an inch long. The wings had been removed but the little legs and head were still attached, and so I popped a single ant in my mouth. The taste was unlike anything I had imagined – it actually had the flavor and texture of bacon-flavored popcorn with just the right amount of salt. I’ve heard others say they tasted like Spanish peanuts, but I didn’t get that at all – just a light, crunchy, meaty taste.  I wondered if the bacony flavor was a result of being roasted in pork fat, but with no ingredients listed, it was anybody’s guess. I could easily see watching fútbol while enjoying a cold Aguila and a crispy bowl of hormigas (if that’s how I rolled).

I enjoyed the taste so much that I ate a handful of them on the plane; since the little damsels still have their legs, flossing is highly recommended after consuming them in quantity. I debated how to present them at Customs in Los Angeles, but was hurriedly waved through without so much as a question – in fact I started to speak and the agent simply repeated, “Good night!!” Since finding a new tasty snack treat without being able to share it with others is unthinkable, I offered them to others I worked with. You could say the feedback after the initial shock of eating ants was anticlimactic. It just goes to show that you shouldn’t be antsy about trying insects, no matter how much the thought of it bugs you.

Cigarreria Henry’s
Av 15 # 104-05
(Carrera 15 at Calle 104)
Bogotá, D.C., Cundinamarca, Colombia
GPS coordinates: 4°41’19.65″N 74° 2’47.88″W

VIDEO: Watch Val and friends eat hormigas culonas:



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