Saturday, September 10, 2011

September 10, 2001

No, that's not a typo. Obviously and rightfully the focus this weekend is on the 10-year anniversary of one of the most horrifying days in our lifetime, September 11, 2001. We all recognize that day as a dramatic turning point for our military, for our nation, for our world. Which is why, on the eve of this day, when we will be so bombarded with reminders of those terrifying events and subsequent permanent changes, I wanted to take some time to reflect on that glorious day before... the day before a decade of war began.

Nick Plebe
On that day, Monday, September 10, 2001, I was actually having a really hard day (relatively speaking). It had been over a month since I had last seen Nick at Plebe Parents Weekend. And in that month since, we had spoken on the phone maybe twice. I got an email from him about once a week. And instant messenger conversations were usually 5 minutes at most and conducted while Nick was doing chemistry homework ahead of his 10pm bedtime so he could get up at 6am and run three miles before formation and another day of rigorous coursework.

My Freshman year: Lounging on the beach with sorority sisters
Meanwhile, I was three weeks into the easiest courseload of my college career, sorority life that was soaked in the excitement of date functions and frat parties, and my first taste of total freedom... eating whatever and whenever, hanging out with whomever whenever, going anywhere whyever, and no reason to go to sleep before 3am or wake up before noon. In fact, there were some mornings where Nick would get up in the 5's to go run and I'd say hi on instant messenger because I had yet to go to sleep that night. Needless to say, my world at the University of Florida was about as opposite as you can get from Nick's at the U.S. Naval Academy. And the lack of basic communication was really starting to get to me. With so few opportunities to connect, I felt like I was dating an idea. After such a difficult first month, could we really do this for four years? Four years??

Nick's Freshman year: Getting yelled at
To make things worse, Nick had tipped me off that this week would be "back to basics" for the Plebes, meaning no instant messenger, no email, no phone calls until the weekend, which he would spend away at a cross country meet doing homework. Frustrated, angry, upset with the prospect of an entire week of no communication with Nick, the thought of calling it quits was more than on my mind.

But then I reflected on the bigger picture. Naturally, I turned to the one voice that never lets me down. Within the pages of my journal there is such a fine consistency of my repetitive journey from emotional huff to sensible conclusion. For it is within these pages that clarity emerges, emotions sort themselves out, and reality begins to align with expectations.  Here's what I came up with:

September 10, 2001
What I have learned about God through my relationship with Nick:
1) Faith and love are the two strongest forces in the universe.
2) God provides.
3) We must set our eyes on the good to come, not the passing pleasure of the moment.

4) Being separated from your love is the most painful feeling imaginable.
5) God loves me... and wants me to be with Him... and He wants me to be happy as well.
6) Love is the most amazing thing ever created in the history of existence.

Love prevails!
In addition to this list, I also wrote Nick an email that night, explaining how much I was struggling. I hated knowing that the very writing of it would add one more stressful thing on his plate to wake up to, but I couldn't pretend anymore. Within 12 hours of writing both the email and the journal entry, towers tumbled, planes disappeared, terror ensued, and seemingly everything changed. Things in my own life were immediately put into perspective. The thought of not having Nick in my life at all was a far worse prospect than going a few days without talking to him. And given the tragedy, back to basics was lifted anyway. With classes canceled for both of us, I talked to Nick more that day than I did the entire rest of the school year. Not knowing what, if anything, would happen next, it was a scary day for all of us.

Home from his first deployment
Ten years later the evidence of everything that changed is that much more apparent, as Nick has now been deployed to multiple war zones in several countries, and too many others have not come home. I think as a military and as a nation we have accepted that we can never fully go back to September 10, 2001. That said, what I love about my entry from that day is that, even with all the changes that came the next day, everything from that list is still true ten years later. So while we can never go back exactly, we can rest knowing there are some truths that no amount of evil can ever take away from us. Truths about God and truths about love. Some would call them one in the same.

Ten years later, I will spend this September 11, 2011 reflecting on all that has happened. My day will start at church where I will sing in our worship team during the second service. And standing among group members from Japan, the Philippines, Guam, and congregation members from China, Thailand, Australia, Germany, Argentina, and all over the U.S., from all branches of the U.S. military, we will lift our voices as one in a song of peace for all nations. And the indestructible truths about God and love will get us through yet another day. And in fact, another decade.

For love, after all, is the most amazing thing ever created in the history of existence.

This Is My Song

This is my song, O God of all the nations,
A song of peace for lands afar and mine.
This is my home, the country where my heart is;
Here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine;
But other hearts in other lands are beating
With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.

My country's skies are bluer than the ocean,
And sunlight beams on clover-leaf and pine.
But other lands have sunlight too and clover,
And skies are everywhere as blue as mine.
Oh, hear my song, O God of all the nations,
A song of peace for their land and for mine.

This is my prayer, O Lord of all earth's kingdoms: 
Your kingdom come on earth your will be done. 
O God be lifted up till all shall serve you, 
And hearts united learn to live as one. 
So hear my prayer, O God of all the nations; 
 Myself I give you; let your will be done.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

One Night in Bangkok

I mean, what other title could there be? We arrived in Bangkok at 5pm and flew out at 1am. In between we packed in quite a bit! Luckily Jen had been to Bangkok before so she knew exactly where to go. We started out going to Wat Pho temple to see the reclining Buddha. Wow. It is massive!
 
Buddha toes
 
Another Buddha at Wat Pho

Beautiful mosaic tiling outside the temples 
 

Our next and final stop in Thailand - the night market at Khao San Road!

Hey, thanks fellow tourist, for making a point of 
getting our shoes in the picture, instead of the market!

Final Thai dinner - Papaya Salad... not quite as good as the one Jen made the day before :)

Rushing around to spend the last of our baht before heading to the airport again for the ridiculously long trek home via Japan. Bye Thailand! Hope to see you again one day! 

Monday, September 5, 2011

Sidebar: Fresh Garnish


 Due to the amount of detail required to document this, this portion of our cooking class gets its own feature. While we were waiting for our sticky rice to soak, Suit taught us how to make absolutely beautiful garnishes. We started by slicing tomatoes into tiny 1mm thin slices, then lining them up precisely in a line one after the next. Before we even finished step 1, Suit had to fix mine because it was "not beautiful."
Waiting to find out how ridiculous Step 2 will be

Step 2: Roll the tomato slices carefully together.
Step 3: Suit tweaks all areas that are "not beautiful" until you get this:


Wow! Why do I have a feeling I will never be able to replicate this??

Now make leaves. 
Step 1: Cut a cucumber into transparent, paper-thin, perfect slices

Step 2: Assemble slices perfectly curving around the plate while also maintaining 
perfect angle and distance from each neighboring slice. 
Step 3: Suit fixes any slices (which, let's be honest, is most of them) that are "not beautiful."

Step 4: Create a "skirt" for the rose out of a lettuce leaf and voila!  
Beautiful food art... that we kind of helped make...

Beautiful! 

("Not beautiful!")

Eat, Pray, Shop in Chiang Mai

 
Eat After our two days in southern Thailand, we hopped on a plane and headed north and inland to Chiang Mai. Like Phuket, we had about 48 hours to spend here and were looking to make the most of it. A friend of mine recommended a place to stay and it just so happened the hostel had a cooking school on site. So on Saturday, which happened to be Nick's and my 6th anniversary, we took an all-day authentic Thai cooking class. It was low season in Thailand so we were the only ones who signed up that day. A private lesson with our own instructor!
Our instructor Suit (that's at least how you pronounce his name... no idea how to spell it) started off the morning by letting us choose 5 dishes EACH that we would get to make. I don't think either of us were anticipating there being THAT much food to consume throughout the day or we wouldn't have eaten so much Thai food the day before. But we were still excited about the prospect of getting to learn how to make so many dishes. Our first step was to go to the market to get what we needed for our dishes. This was one of my favorite stops in all of Chiang Mai... table after table of local produce grown just outside of town.
Our grocey list - in Thai
Sure enough, the picture I took from the plane shows row after row of neatly farmed land. Suit informed us that all of the farms---produce, chicken, goat, fish, etc.---are all right outside of town. That way everything can be brought in fresh each morning (!). This brought back a comment that had stuck with me from earlier in the week when talking to my dive guide Peter. He said he was heading to uni in New Zealand and I raved about how amazing the food was... fresh locally grown produce and grass-fed beef. "What other kind is there?" he asked without missing a beat. I felt like I was put in my place as an American who had grown complacent to eat cows raised in factories, enhanced with growth hormones. "Good point," was the only reply I could muster up.

As we continued around the market, Suit pointed out all the different kinds of tropical fruits to make sure we knew what they were. We saw durian, mangosteen, dragon fruit, green papaya, ripe papaya, and jack fruit. In the veggie category, we saw eggplant that look nothing like our big purple ones, kaffir lime (a leaf, not a fruit), long beans, kale, and every size and color of chilis you can imagine. So many of the fruits and veggies that I didn't know from the States were ones that I had seen at local produce stands in Guam, but had no idea what to do with. I immediately got the idea to try to use more local produce when I get back, even if it is (for some unexplainable reason) more expensive than the stuff that has flown 9,000 miles to get there.

The rest of our time in the market was pretty entertaining. Here are the rest of the pictures:
 
Excited to see so many fresh veggies!

 
She is cutting noodles for Jen's favorite dish Pad See Ew 

Fish is fresh because you buy it still swimming!
Nothing quite as exciting as buying unrefrigerated meat in the open market!


Delicious fresh fruit ready to eat! Each "10" baht means it costs about 35 cents!

One-eyed dog in the side cart of the motorbike, helping deliver a basket of durian. 
Definitely not in Kansas anymore, folks

Once back at the Chili Cooking Academy, we started prepping for each dish by chopping all the produce we just bought. Suit showed us exactly how to cut each fruit or veggie to be the perfect size for the dish we were making. Once finished, we arranged each item on a dish with the other ingredients for the recipe, so everything was neatly together as we made our way over to the wok.


But before we could start cooking we had to make---yes make---the coconut milk for our curry dishes. We had purchased a bag of freshly shredded coconut in the market. We mixed 1 cup boiling water with 2 cups regular water and then squeezed the water through the coconut with our (clean) hands. We then sifted the coconut water into a different pan, poured the coconut back in it with more hot and regular water, and squeezed it through again to make the milk. I had no idea it was this much work to get the stuff we usually just buy in a can. In fact, so far all of my experiences with fresh coconut have involved a disproportionate amount of hard work.

But it was well worth it when we had the final product to add to our dishes. In fact, one of the dishes was mango sticky rice, which Jen had had in restaurants before, but she said it never tasted this good. (The only time I'd had it was in the Philippines and it was delicious, but I don't think I realized how much work must have gone into it). While we were taking our siesta after eating three Thai dishes, Suit stuck the coconut milk into the sun to dry it out, then we toasted it in the wok and added it to the sticky rice that had been smothered in coconut cream. Add to that fresh mangos and viola!

Some of the dishes we learned to make were Chicken with Basil, Veggie stir fry, Papaya salad and chili dip. We also had the opportunity to eat all of these dishes. In fact, after we'd finish each dish, Suit would declare, "Now we eating!!" It was exciting at first but by Thai dish #3, Jen and I were stuffed! (And not gonna lie, could have gone for a slice of pizza). Thai chilis are hot!


In fact, we did not really eat much the rest of the day. It was amazing how much we had learned, though, and now back on Guam I am excited to try out some of the recipes (tonight!). I am going to make the sweet and sour chicken recipe you see to my left. It won't be quite the same because the ingredients won't all be as fresh, plus I won't have Suit yelling over my shoulder or grabbing the spatula to show me how to do it right. But I'm excited to give it a go and glad I spent our anniversary learning something I can share with Nick, and family and friends down the road. Yet another reason to come visit us (I am running out of reasons... if you're even still considering it, just do it, trust me!).
 
 




Pray So pray is probably not the most accurate title, as we did not in fact go meditate in front of the giant gold Buddhas (but it makes for a catchier post title!). We did, however, make a point of stopping in many of the ornate temples we passed by in Chiang Mai.


We really liked the old temples better than the new stuff



 See what I mean?

Ran into some monks here and there. 
At the airport they have a special seating area and get to board first. 
They also, surprisingly, have cell phones. 


Shop In addition to stuffing our faces with Thai food and wandering in and out of temples, Jen and I shopped like champs. We went to a street market on Friday evening and by the end of the night were bartering pros. Saturday we went to an afternoon market that featured more locally made handicrafts. At first everything is so mesmerizing and the prices are incredible. By the end of the walk, though, we realized we were mostly surrounded by junk. We picked up a few gifts for people and went on our way. The walk was great, though, for our bellies stuffed with Chili Academy Thai food.

This was my favorite picture from the market... 
all the local people pouring over the table full of books translated into Thai.

On our stroll through town, we ran into this school group... 
who were all wearing ridiculous uniforms. Project Runway, please help!

Our favorite restaurant... we ate here both nights. 
Some of the chairs are swings that hang from the ceiling!

And we did get a massage or two while in Chiang Mai, however, NOT at an outdoor massage mart like this one that showed up on the sidewalk Sunday morning. Shocking that there are no customers...


Overall we found Chiang Mai to be relaxing, fresh, and let's just say, extremely affordable. Definitely worth a stop for anyone heading to Thailand. And I'd highly recommend the Chili Cooking Academy. Or weasel your way into a dinner invitation at our house and save yourself the trouble. Now we eating!!