I am spoiled for choices, working in Springvale. Ethiopian, Thai, Viet, Mc Donalds.. I can get pretty much anything I want within a 5 minute drive.
But today, as I was shopping down at Springy South, I had an overpowering urge to eat......
A spring roll.
Not just any spring roll, but a Chien Wah one. One of those ubiquitous spring rolls that closely resembles a Chicko roll, but is different. Same, same but different, ya know?
Not for me, the fine, glass-like structure of spring roll pastry. I want the Chien Wah stuff... the thick, crispy but doughy stuff that takes WORK to bite through!! Not quite the CHIKO pastry, but close.. kinda all lump and nodule-y.. like spring roll pastry with acne. Or Lupus. Or Scurvy.
And the filling!!! I want mass boiled cabbage held together with a cornflour glaze. I want it tasteless and hot..I want to KNOW that it's cabbage, but not be able to identify one single, solitary piece of glassy vegetable-like structure. I want my glaze eerily ejaculation grey-white.
And I want it deep fried and then left in a baine marie for a couple of hours. Cos otherwise you get the crispy ends and the soggy middle. And god forfend that you get a cold bit of filling in the middle.
An hour or two in the baine marie ensures the filling is uniformly hot throughout the roll.
And I want it to ooze fat. I want the Chien Wah bag to be opaque by the time I'm half way thru it. I want it to dribble down my chin. I want to spend all afternoon tonguing a coating of grease off my teeth.
I want to be able to solve the world energy shortage with the oil in my roll!!!
Why do I want this??
Is it a reaction to the divine-ness of the bounty the other night at the Bloggers Banquet???
It's for two reasons.
The first bite... and the last.
In a perfectly cooked Chien Wah Spring Roll, the way the pastry is folded, gives you a perfect crispy bite at both ends.
Unlike a Chicko which cannot be said to be perfect unless the hot **ahem** "vegetable" filling has oozed out thru the bottom.
I googled madly for an image, but alas, all I could find were "nice" spring rolls. Obviously us connoisseurs of the darker side of life keep their addictions secret. I mean, in the whole WWW I couldn't find one single picture of one.
If you are of a certain age, and live in Melbourne, OZ you know of what I speak.
And I bet you're craving one right now.....
I settled for a 99% fat free soup from the IGA.