banh goi
It’s been far too long; I’ve tanked it for this entire winter quarter without having gone to a single decent Vietnamese restaurant. The only closest reminder of home, and my mom’s drool-worthy cooking was my visit to a relative’s house in Carlsbad last weekend. She whipped up a tasty batch of banh goi, which are basically pot sticker-looking pouches that are filled with ground pork, glass noodles, shitake mushrooms, a wedge of boiled eggs, and chinese sausages–deep fried to goodness. We also had the staple nuoc mam dipping sauce with some pickled jimaca and fresh greens to boot. The end of the dinner was concluded with a bowl of chicken pho, which temporarily assuaged my taste buds from nostalgia, but I’ll be honest–it was no where near the perfection of my mother’s.
Today I was watching a couple episodes of Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations from the Travel Channel, and by the end of it all I had four words in my mind: I envy this man. I mean, what can be better than traveling across the globe, eating all the delicious foods known to man, and writing–all for a living? Anyways, there were a couple episodes where he went to Vietnam, and one clip on youtube where he tried a Vietnamese banh mi, or baguette meat sandwich. It looked so fresh and crispy, I was practically dying…I miss home.
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