food from my childhood
Yesterday my aunt told me about one of the chefs working for her. Apparently he was the head chef at the restaurant I remember vividly from Hong Kong where my parents used to go to for cold sliced pork leg. I distinctly remember the red bean pancakes that we would get afterwards, to the point that when I think about it, I can almost taste it.
Unfortunately this gem of a place has long closed and the building torn down. I would’ve loved to bring Fredrik to this place when we were in Hong Kong, as if we didn’t already get loads of great food.
Today I asked him about how to make this red bean pancake and ended up getting a demonstration. It tasted as delicious as I remember it. I also asked him for advice about scallion pancakes. Apparently the key to it is to use oil instead of flour to prevent the dough from sticking. I can’t wait till I’m back in my own kitchen to try this out.