Thailand Part 1: The Art of Cooking Rice

The Art of Cooking Rice

Hello, friends and countrymen and all that jazz.

Emma isn’t feeling super right now, but she does feel that she owes her adoring public some content, so I thought I would take a crack at the old typing machine.

We just got back from Thailand this week, and it was a blast. A very hot, wet… trip.

Poor word choices aside, I did learn a thing or two about making rice that I thought I’d share with you fine people.

I don’t have good pictures of the first bits, but we did get a lesson on the processing, so I have some pictures of that. Bear with me on the stock photos.

Planting

Planting rice isn’t as easy as it sounds, turns out. Actually, you’re going to hear that a lot this post.

So, in order to plant rice, you first need to drain the paddy field of water, and till the land, and plant some seeds. Nowadays they use motorized buffalo (tractors) for this work, but a few people still do it the traditional way.

Credit: Kidcyber

This is what we in the business call a nursery field. Then, the field is re-flooded, and allowed to simmer. You grow up the baby rice until it’s about knee height, then time for replanting in a different flooded field. They move the baby plants by hand to make sure they all get planted with enough room to become big, healthy foody-type plants. Doesn’t look like fun to me, but they probably wouldn’t like sitting all day at my desk either, so who am I to judge?

Credit: Sacred Earth

After letting them get all big and seed-y, it’s time to harvest. They told us you can get about 30 rice seeds from healthy, properly planted rice plant. They look about like this when all done.

Credit: Connexion France’s

Now, we harvest. This can be done with an old-fashioned hand-scythe, or with a modern tractor or combine, as finances allow. Your goal in the end is to get it in bundles of about 25-30 shoots for the drying and further processing.

Getting the tasty bit out

Now we have to get the rice grains out of the plant. This is easier with dry plants than green ones (plus dry rice doesn’t go bad nearly as fast), so we hang the bundles upside-down, or spread them out on a tarp to dry. I didn’t catch how long this takes, but I’m betting it takes about a month from my (very modest) research.

How to get the rice out now? Well, smack it, of course.

We wrap the bundle in a tool that has genuine rope-and-stick-technology, and smack it upside-down on a tarp to get all the yummy carb goodness out. We feed the other bits to the cows and goats and such, which will go with the rice at a later date, but for the sake of time, I’ll leave that bit out here.

So, there’s this pile of seeds wrapped in very tough, fibrous husks on our tarp. Still not very yummy. Time for more smacking!

Credit: Emma’s joy at something she’s allowed to stomp on, for science

We’re going to leap forward from our previous technology to the lever! A big long one, with a bin and hammer at one end, resembling a giant mortar and pestle. Pour the rice in and smash smash smash. This will hopefully get the husk off without smashing all the tasty rice, but I’m betting there’s an art to that, which I haven’t mastered yet. What I ended up with looked more like tapioca, but I’m not in the pro-league just yet.

Now, assuming someone who knows what there doing is involved, we have a pile of mixed rice grain and husks. No, we’re not going to smack them again just yet. Give them some time to recover!

Time for some swishing. I am an expert swisher, but the kind farm person showing us her technique was a bit more efficient than me. The idea is that now the husk is lighter and has more surface area than the grain, so with some good swishing, you can get the husks up and out of the basket-lid-thingy and keep the grains inside. For as-yet unhusked rice, which may be still present in the pile, it’s back to the smashing.

 

Credit: Emma’s impeccable swishing skills and the farming teacher showing us how to not suck and throw half the rice on the ground

Cooking

Well, I think you mostly know about this bit, but you put it in water and simmer for, like 20 minutes. Then add some of that goat from before, a bit of salt, and a lot of red chilli (if you’re Thai), and serve with a fine Chang beer.

This was a lot of work, so have two. You deserve it.

Credit: A very thirsty J and Nok's encouragement of my bad habits (our tour guide)

Credit: A Thai-sized apron on a very-not-Thai-sized person

Tāwhirimātea Waiata

As I sat down to write this post today (after procrastinating with any number of other oh-so-important jobs), I was unsurprised to discover that I have done nothing blog worthy in ages. My job continues to challenge me mentally, physically, and emotionally every day. When I'm not at work I'm pretty focused on relaxing effectively enough to allow me to recharge and hopefully even be able convince my brain that it can take a break from work while I'm sleeping, rather than construct unreasonably realistic work days in their entirety, such that I wake up feeling like I already worked all day. This means that I've done a lot of reading and a fair bit of Netflixing, as well as enjoying long lunches and Skype dates with friends. All of which is wonderful, but not an interesting blog post.

What I'm learning at work is fascinating and fulfilling, but also largely not appropriate for a blog, due to a mixture of confidentiality (for parents, children, and teachers) and lack of context (for you, my lovely readers). I have decided for the near future to switch to monthly posts instead of biweekly posts, in the hopes that I will have more interesting things to say, and also to give myself the gift of one less thing to accomplish. I may post more than once a month if something fun comes up, but I also might not. We shall see.

Anyway, for today I would like to share something from work that doesn't breach confidentiality and hopefully will be informative even without too much context. It is a waiata (song) that I learned from a colleague at my last job, and that I've now taught my children at my new job. It's one of my favourites, and I was excited to teach it to my new children (and teachers) because they have the knowledge of Māori language to learn and understand it easily and enjoy it even more than my other children did (and let's be clear, they enjoyed it a lot). 

When we learn a new song at Te Puna Reo, we usually make a big sign with the words on it to help everyone learn it, and to support relievers to be able to join in. I decided to have some of the older children who are interested in writing write the words, and it's been such a fun project. Māori is an amazing language to write in, because it's completely phonetic. It wasn't a written language until Europeans came, and then they did their best to write down the sounds they heard, so there aren't any silent letters or letters that can make drastically different sounds in different words. (Side note: There are lots of issues with things having been written down incorrectly, but that's a different story). The point is, when you spell out in Māori, you actually make the sound of each letter, rather than the name of the letter like we do in English. This was my first experience teaching writing in Māori, and I discovered it was wonderful, as we could sound out/spell each word so logically, and the result was correct spelling without me having to say things like, "Yeah, it sounds like it could be a 'k' but in this case it's a 'c'." Anyway, it was lots of fun.

And here is the result:

Translation (in case you couldn't tell by the drawings):

These are the signs (evidence) of Tāwhirimātea (the guardian of weather)

The sun is shining

Rain is dripping

Lightening

The wind is blowing

Cloudy

Snowing/Frosty

These are the signs of Tāwhirimātea

It's a call and response song, so I sing each line, and then the children sing it back. Once they know it really well (and some are already almost there) then the children can take turns leading it, which is a wonderful experience of empowerment.

I added my own drawing of each type of weather. I debated having the children do it, but I wanted each bit to be easily recognizable to anyone, such that new people could more confidently join in with the song. This is often a cognitive conflict in Early Childhood, because we want children to be empowered to do real jobs and to celebrate their work, but we also know that children want beautiful, high-quality things around them, and it can't always be both. So we do what we can to choose the right side of that line for each individual project, and to compromise where we can. I feel, in this case, that the writing strongly celebrates their contribution, so the drawings can be focused on efficacy.

I have learned so many new songs in Māori since I've started, and am thrilled with that! Songs are an incredible way to support language acquisition, and also I just love singing with children!

NZ's Legal Response to Christchurch Tragedy

I wrote a few weeks ago about the outpouring of love and support that I saw from Kiwis around me after the tragic attack in Christchurch. This has continued, and many people have done amazing work to help in a variety of ways. But it will take a long time to process, let alone recover from such an awful event.

I was, as many people around the world were, shocked to discover that NZ's gun laws did not prevent people from owning the type of weapons that were used in the attack. There is very little gun violence here, and I naively believed that this was partially because there weren't so many or such dangerous guns around. I was stunned to find that there are approximately 1.5 million guns in NZ, and while apparently the majority of these are owned by rural farmers who use them for pest control, it is still a large number. In 2017, there were 30 guns for every 100 people in NZ, which seems so high to me! I learned, to my horror, that in that same year there were 101 guns for every 100 people in the States. For a moment that seemed to mean that I should reframe and think of 30 as not all that many, but I don't want it to be about comparisons, I just don't think we need so many guns! And if we do want to compare, the UK had 4 guns for every 100 people that year, so smaller numbers are achievable.

In the subsequent weeks, I've done a bit of reading about gun laws in NZ, although I have to admit that I haven't done as much as I might have on a different topic, because I find myself getting upset very quickly. To summarize my findings, Kiwis have discussed gun laws over the years when there have been shootings in other countries, including the one in Australia that led the Australian government to tighten its restrictions. NZ, however, has chosen not to do the same. You can read an article about some reasons why, as well as watch a video of one of Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern's statements after the tragedy by clicking here.

As you can see in the video, the government took its role in the tragedy very seriously, and immediately began taking steps to prevent such a thing from happening again. Within a few weeks, major gun reforms passed almost unanimously (119 to 1 in Parliament). The new laws ban semi-automatics and assault rifles, and limit the size of magazines. I don't know anything about guns, but my understanding is that they tried to balance farmers' ability to use guns for pest control and the safety of getting rid of guns that could do large-scale damage. You can read more about the changes to the laws, the current restrictions, and the government buy-back of newly illegal guns by clicking here or here or here.

I realize it says little about my merits as a well-informed citizen, but I don't want to know any more about guns than I already do. I wish that changes had been made before a tragedy forced us all to wake up and take action, but I'm so thankful that the response has combined empathy with legal action, and that the changes have now been made. I have deep respect and admiration for Jacinda Ardern, and am glad that she is able to lead us through this difficult time. I am glad that many of the more dangerous guns in this country will soon be out of circulation, but I am even more glad that Kiwis as a people were able to decide that that was what needed to happen.

In conclusion, I would like to share this letter that was in the newspaper. It is from the President of the International Muslim association and to New Zealand, and it is truly inspiring.

Kōrero Māori Mai

As you all probably know, I love languages. I find them fascinating on many levels, and continue to delight in the intricacies of the English language and to find my work to maintain my fluency in French satisfying and enjoyable. My main focus at the moment, however, is Māori. I have been studying it, with varying levels of intensity, for about four and a half years, but have struggled to find opportunities to speak it often enough and with fluent enough speakers to get over the hump and start actually speaking it as a language. I could memorize endless phrases and use them in the right context, but that's not the same thing as using language as a real means to communicate my thoughts and experiences to others. As you will know, that is a large part of why I took this new job, as it provides, at long last, a place where I can speak Māori for a significant percentage of the day, every day. I have only been there for about two months, but I am already astounded and thankful at the progress I've made. I was hoping that much of the knowledge I've tried to cram into my head over the years was rattling around in there somewhere waiting for some organization, and I think that must be the case. Now that my brain is more capable of switching into "Māori mode," I'm able to say and understand lots of things that I wouldn't have been able to a few months ago. Of course, my speech is still riddled with grammatical errors and uncomfortably long pauses where I rifle through my memory for the right word, but the point is I'm speaking the language. Whenever I want to say something I've never said before and can put it all together as I go, I feel amazing! And when the other people understand and act on it as if it wasn't a monumental task (which it was for me) but rather an ordinary conversation, that's when I really feel like I can now say, "I speak Māori." Slowly, with errors, but I'm doing it.

The stronger I feel in my ability to speak Māori, the stronger my desire to advocate for it as a national language. I think this is partially because I now feel that I can back myself better in my statements of advocacy, and partially because I'm experiencing the striking difference between knowing some memorized phrases and speaking a language. And I want the latter for the Māori language, here in its own country.

Anyway, I am very excited about the new shirt I got as part of my desire for advocacy. It says, "Kōrero Māori mai" which means "Speak to me in Māori." I find it a simple and powerful message, communicating that if Māori is one of our national languages, we should hear it spoken all over the place, and should be able to strike up a conversation in Māori in all kinds of contexts. I actually met someone at a party the other day and mentioned that I was learning Māori, and he responded in Māori and then we had a delightful conversation, all in Māori. It was incredible, and I want it to happen more and more! Now, I will still be a bit scared when I wear it that a truly fluent person will expect more of me than I can manage, but I will muddle through and celebrate Māori language to the best of my ability and definitely learn something new in the the process.

One of my friends at the Māori Speakers' group I go to on Saturdays gave me this button from the same company, so I've decided to wear it on my other clothes to keep the message going. I've also ordered a bunch to pass out to anyone who wants one, because I think it's a great initiative, and the proceeds go to a local Māori community, so that's lovely as well.

If you're interested in purchasing clothes or buttons, you can go to the website by clicking here.

I am not taking any formal Māori language classes at the moment, as I thought that speaking it at work every day would be exhausting enough. I think that was the right choice for the initial period, and probably for a little while longer still, but soon I'll want to supplement the immersion experience with structured lessons, especially on grammar, as I definitely need some help with that. I'm writing a lot of my documentation about children's learning in Māori and getting it proofread by my colleagues, so that's helping a lot, and I'm studying with some amazing workbooks at home, but I still need more. I'm not sure exactly where/what that will be, but it's going to be great!

The Karapoti Rata

A couple weekends ago, I spent an amazing day hiking with some friends to see The Karapoti Rātā, which is the biggest Northern Rātā tree in NZ. Which, according to my own extrapolation, means that it's the biggest one in the world, as Rātā are native to NZ. Anyway, it's really big, and I'll tell you more about it later, but first let's revel in the beauty of the native bush we hiked through on our way there.

We drove out to Upper Hutt, about half an hour outside Wellington, to the Atakarawa Forest, which is stunning!

The bush was lush and bursting with plants of every kind, and while we were usually right in the thick of it, sometimes we crested a hill and glimpsed views like this one.

And this one.

We stopped for a snack break when we got to the Little Akatarawa River, which we then followed upstream for a couple hours, as it leads the way to the Rātā.

The path we followed was narrow and sometimes difficult to distinguish from the bush around it, especially when it did veer away from the reassuring clarity of the river. But the upside to that is the sense of complete immersion in the beautiful forest.

Every bend in the stream led to new and spectacular scenes.

I noticed this break in the canopy because it let in so much light, but it was only later when I looked at the picture that I noticed how the foliage frames the cloud, with blue sky all around. How cool!

It was very thoughtful of Papatūānuku (The Earth Mother) to have this enormous tree grow near this river, because it was delightful to walk along with its cheerful burbling joining in our conversations. By the way, the friends I went with are from the Māori Speakers' Group I go to on Saturdays, so we only spoke Māori the whole day, which made me feel even more connected to the natural world around me.

In some places there were quite steep cliffs on either side of the river, with just a narrow, rocky path for us to walk on, which was great fun. 

This particular area had an ancient feel to it. The whole forest is largely unchanged for thousands of years, but this bit seemed determined to convince me that a dinosaur was about to peek out from behind any given tree. In a good way.

There were several little waterfalls as well.

After several hours of hiking, miraculously without getting lost (thanks entirely to my friends, as I would have been wandering around without a clue), we made it to The Karapoti Rātā. At least, we're pretty sure we did. It was astonishingly huge, but unmarked (as it should be), so we can't completely rule out that there was a bigger one nearby. But we did some adventuring and didn't find one, so I think this is it.

This amazing tree was "discovered" by white people only 11 years ago, and is estimated to be at least 1000 years old, but likely even more. It is 39m (128ft) tall and 15.4m (50.5ft) around. And it is pretty overwhelming to stand at the base and look up.

Of course, something that big is not easy to capture in a photograph, but here is one more focused on the top, to give you that perspective. It towers above the canopy of the rest of the forest!

It is amazing to think of this tree starting as a tiny sprout over a thousand years ago! It was so inspiring to see, and it was amazing to spend the day in the woods with friends. I would recommend the hike to adventurous types who don't mind climbing over boulders and fording streams, but I would definitely go with someone who is good at finding their way!

If you'd like to read more about this amazing tree, click here.

NZ is better than that.

It has been a very sad few days for NZ, and I know many of us are still figuring out to cope with the shock and horror of the mass murder in mosques in Christchurch. I assume that most of you have heard about it no matter where you live, and I don't want to go into details, but it was beyond awful.

As I've talked to people about it, many have expressed that they had always believed that something like that couldn't happen here. And of course we all wish it hadn't. The natural progression of that train of thought leads to "I thought NZ was better than that." I know that lots of people will have different views on this, but I believe NZ is better than that. Way better than that. We all wish that things had gone differently such that so many families would not be in mourning right now, but from what I've seen, the way Kiwis have pulled together and are supporting each other is profound evidence of the strength and kindness of this country.

I am not an expert on this tragedy, and I don't intend to become one, because I've cried enough and I'd rather focus on how we can move forward. What I want to share with you are some of the pictures I've seen on social media and around Wellington that give me hope for the future.

Jacinda Ardern is an inspiring leader in many ways, and her response to this tragedy has raised her even higher in my eyes, and the bar was pretty high already.

She has worn a hijab to vigils around the country to show her support for Kiwis who are Muslim. She has been very clear, as have others, that they are Kiwis, and this is a national tragedy and not something that happened to an isolated group that's different from 'us.'

I can't actually look at this picture without crying. It's been shared by many people on social media, and it so powerfully expresses people's heartfelt support of the victims.

This poster was at the train station on Sunday. There are many more statements of support for the victims and calls for action against hate all around the city, and thousands of people have gone to vigils both to mourn and to show solidarity.

And I've seen these flyers around - this one was on my friends' car window. (whānau means family, by the way, so it's "Muslim family"). The other side has a list of ways you can help make things better. I'm really finding solace in how forward-thinking, practical, and active people are being.

Another good example of this is a fundraising campaign to support the families of the victims, which has already raised over 5.5 million dollars. If you'd like to contribute, please click here.

I wish that the world were a place where this couldn't happen anywhere, and I wish it had never happened in NZ. But I also believe that NZ is a strong, accepting and caring country, and that we will all continue to fight hate with love.

Funny Difference Video

Two weeks into my new job, I am amazed at the language growth I've already experienced, and also overwhelmed by my sheer exhaustion from the challenges I've taken on. I would have said that I knew this would happen, except that I did not fully understand how tired I would be; more tired than I ever remember being. I don't can cope with exhaustion when I'm in professional mode, but tend to fall apart when I get home, which is not great. So I'm trying to cram as much rest and decompression into this weekend as I can, and so far, I think it's working. While I don't want to be completely checked out of anything but work, I also need to be careful about the outside commitments I make during this transitional time, as I am needing all the energy I have (and more) to do my new job well until it becomes more natural to me.

So... I will not be writing a long or fascinating post, but I will be sharing this video that I stumbled upon a while ago, and was saving for just such an occasion. It's one Kiwi man's take on the differences between the States and NZ, and it made me laugh, so I thought others might enjoy it too.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p6cInZvsPPI