Saturday, June 30, 2012

Turon Cake


Because shiploads of green bananas from Mindanao were denied entry to China amidst the stand-offs at the Kalayaan Island Group (KIG) in Palawan, banana producers in Davao have been giving away subsequent fruit production. My husband had been to Davao twice in the last month, and he saw boxes and boxes of packed bananas being dropped all around the city, for whoever would like to have them.

Because my husband's office sends crews to Davao regularly, boxes of of green bananas, even pomelos, have been crowding desks and cubicles for weeks. We always ask him to bring us fruits from Davao, so he's happy to clear some desks at the office to oblige us at no extra cost.

The bananas were colossal, dark green, and rock hard. It took weeks for them to ripen. But when they did, of course, they had to ripen all at the same time. I had to put them all in the freezer peeled in a container. Interminably we've been having banana shakes blended with chocolate milk for breakfast, or with vanilla milk and guyabano. Mini pancakes, too, packed with mashed bananas and creamy with buttermilk, cooked in an egg ring.

The bananas kept coming, and kept ripening like they wanted to be frozen. I would have liked to make a banoffee pie, as green bananas would be perfect for it, but I prefer fresh bananas for that. So I made banana cake. But instead of the regular banana cakes I make, which I'm proud to note approximates the excellent banana bread made at the Baguio Country Club, I made a turon cake.   
Turon is the quintessential Filipino snack cooked by the roadsides. Ripe saba banana halves embraced by a slice of ripe langka (jackfruit) wrapped in flour wrappers, sprinkled with sugar, and fried to a crisp. Caramelized crunch encasing a sweet, soft fruit filling, it is comfort food to the nth degree. 

It is jackfruit season now, and we have bottles of tree-ripened fruit in the freezer, as well, perfuming the kitchen with their funky sweetness every time somebody gets ice or fish to cook. But I cannot cook turon, because turon requires saba, and the blackened saba at the market are not at all appealing.


So it became turon cake. Sweet, rich, and buttery, this banana cake is laced with that peculiar langka scent, the banana sweetness edged with musk. I put in some butterscotch chips for a hint of caramel, and although it was cake-soft  all throughout without the crispy crackles of real turon, the varying dimensions of sweetness all came together in a cake that's good enough to defy threats to our independence as a nation in these enlightened, and civilized,  times. In the light of globalization, let us eat cake.


 Turon Cake

2 ½ cups all-purpose flour (plus extra for dusting)
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
4 eggs
1 cup brown powdered (confectioner’s) sugar
½ cup brown granulated sugar (segunda)
1 cup unsalted butter, at room temperature (plus extra for greasing)
1/4  teaspoon salt
2 cups ripe bananas, mashed
1 cup ripe langka, processed in a blender until  smooth
½ cup butterscotch chips, chopped coarsely

Sift together the flour, baking soda, baking powder, salt and powdered sugar.  Beat the eggs in a small bowl.

Beat together the butter and granulated sugar in a separate bowl, then beat in the eggs, bananas and langka. Add the combined dry ingredients and stir to mix, then stir in the butterscotch chips until evenly distributed.

Preheat oven to 180°C. Grease the bottom and sides of a 10” round pan with butter. Dust with flour, then shake out excess. Pour and scrape the cake batter into the pan. Bake for about an hour (start checking  at 40 minutes), until the top is golden brown. Leave cake in the pan for 10 minutes, then transfer to a wire rack to cool.

Adapted from the recipe for "Whole-Wheat Banana Nut Bread" from The Williams Sonoma  recipe book, Baking.


* Notes:
- I usually use the darkest granulated sugar I could find, called negro in the Cavite market slang, which is used for making biko, latik and other kakanin. This darkens the cake, but only subtly sweetens it, allowing the natural banana flavor to shine. I was trying to clean up my pantry, so I used up what was available, that's why there's brown powdered sugar and segunda in the recipe. White (refined) sugar is fine, but use sparingly, about 1/2 to 3/4 cup. I usually mix in 2 cups negro.
- Without jackfruit, this cake would still be astounding. The original recipe calls for a half cup of chopped walnuts. 
- The original recipe also uses 2 teaspoons baking soda without any baking powder. I substituted half of the baking soda with baking powder to lighten it a bit and to balance out the extra moisture from the blended langka.


An entry to the Kulinarya Cooking Club Challenge for the month of June.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Weeds of my Childhood

The continuous rains the past week due to several typhoons racing one another along the eastern and western coasts of the archipelago have enlivened the growth of weeds all around the house. Grasses have shot up at least a foot, and close to the ground mini jungles have grown lush.


I scheduled lawn-weeding as a home weekend project for the kids this morning, but we ended up not being able to uproot anything. Being close to the ground I suddenly remembered that weeds took up a good part of that carefree time that was my childhood. 

Like that cliche lightbulb, something lit up for me - I now understand why my kids are so obsessed with footwear, and they can identify whose pair it is without fail, and will even point out that somebody is wearing somebody else's slippers.    


I don't know their names, and it's difficult to research them, but these weeds grow everywhere in the country.  These pink-yellow tiny blooms ward away children with their bitter fragrance, but they are a lively addition to the flower baskets offered daily at the altar during the month of May.  


What kid is not well-versed with the magic of the makahiya (shrinking mimosa)? For girls its pink ethereal flowers are as desirable as the hard-to-resist urge of touching each and every frond of tiny leaves, until not a single minute leaf has shrunk onto itself.


The explosive magic of this flower is more attuned to boys' hard play, but I had endless happy days gathering the hardened pods and submerging handfuls and handfuls of them in a shallow basin of water.    


I wonder if my mom worried about me and my playmates taunting fate with this plant. I certainly had more than one instance of seeds lodging in my eyes. But perhaps I didn't suffer that much, because I'm not worried  about my kids, who discovered this kid-bomb on their own and with their friends. I taught them afterward  that's it's cool to put one pod inside your closed mouth, tingling with anticipation when it would explode.


In Cavite there is a different plant with sword-like leaves, but with the same kind of flower in pink and white, and the same bomber pods. 

Of course I couldn't resist turning this into a chance for reinforcing learning, as both my gradeschoolers have gone through the subject of seed dispersion. 


Elders told me that this is eaten in some places, but I've never had it, as I haven't met anyone who eats it who can teach me how to prepare it. It looks likes it's good in a fresh salad. 

A variety of tawa-tawa (asthma weed, snake weed, fei-yang ts'ao, Euphorbia hirta Linn.) that's been used for asthma, and is now making a name for its anti-dengue properties. It's quite abundant in any weed/grass patch, and ours in Cavite is purely bright green with no violet edges like those in the photo above, which was taken in a golf course in Cabanatuan City.



Amor seko (crabgrass), whose barbed seeds lined the hems of our skirts and short pants after a day gallivanting in the fields. They are the bane of labanderas (laundrywomen), when it is windy and the dried clothes hanging on the the lines drop on the grass. 

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Romulo Cafe

Ensaladang Pilipino (sic)*

Some people at the office love the original restaurant at the Tomas Morato District in Quezon City. The Makati branch's soft opening came just in time for a send-off lunch for a colleague. I wasn't part of the organizing committee, so I just arrived there with orders all ready to be served. 

Boneless Crispy Pata Binagoongan

First step into the restaurant and its chic elegance impresses. Everything is in black and white, including the memorabilia that chronicle the historic role played by the owners' progenitor during the tumultuous formative years of our country, which crowd the walls.

General's Chicken

It is comforting to know that this isn't just an undertaking that relies on its celebrity attachment. I made a disclaimer earlier because I wasn't exactly satisfied with what we had for lunch, but perusing the online menu now makes me want to go back and explore.

Pinaputok na Tilapia

Nonetheless, I still cling to my life-long vow not to eat out in Filipino restaurants. I've mentioned before that this is due to the fact that I cook, that I have somebody at home who can also cook and who can follow instructions, and that I have friends who cook as well. Besides the practical side of it, this enables us to tailor what we want to eat according to our own preferences.

Bagnet Pakbet

But I would recommend this restaurant enthusiastically to visiting foreigners, for a sample of Filipino traditional cuisine served with a  drizzle of history. To balikbayans, as well, even though they have hordes of relatives who can cook a fiesta for them. I have a tita coming home early next year, and I have earmarked Romulo Cafe for dinner after a day going around the historical district of Manila.

The restaurant is also a good place for Filipinos who don't, can't, or won't cook, or simply for those who want to take a break from home cooking, but who still want to enjoy the comforting taste of home while out of it. And for Filipinos who have been alienated from their own heritage, and don't have a clue what true local cuisine is all about. 

Romulo Cafe
  • 32 Scout Tuason corner Scout Lazcano Streets
    Quezon City
    Tel. Nos. (63-2) 3327273, (63-915) 6623121
  • 148 Jupiter corner Comet Streets
    Bel-Air Village, Makati City
    Tel. Nos. (63-2) 478-6406, 822-0286
Website


*With the institution of the Modern Filipino Alphabet (Makabagong Alpabetong Filipino) in 1987, the term "Pilipino" has become archaic. The new alphabet increased to 28 from the old 20 letters. With the incorporation of the letter "f" among others in the new alphabet, a citizen of the Philippines and everything pertaining to the country is called "Filipino."