I can't believe I am sitting here typing this nearly two years after spending a summer working in Phnom Penh. Time flies. I've been sitting on these pictures waiting for god knows what, and today, on this beautiful, sunny morning I finally felt compelled to post them.
Cambodia is one of the greatest places I have ever visited, and I still long to go back. The food was spectacular: consistently fresh; popping with colors, herbs, spices and textures; and more often than not intriguingly unfamiliar. I ate a lot of soup that hot hot hot summer (and those months aren't even the hottest in Cambodia) and I remembered the appreciation for hot liquids in hot temperatures I gained while traveling to the Middle East to visit family (a lot of tea and coffee in plus 30 Celsius temps).
The photographs below were taken in the courtyard in front of my employer's office in Phnom Penh. They are located right near the independence monument on Sihanouk Blvd, in what you could awkwardly refer to as Phnom Penh's "downtown." On this particular we hosted a group of representatives from the Cham Muslim community and accompanied them to a day of proceedings at the Extraordinary Chambers in the Courts of Cambodia (the "ECCC"), an ad-hoc quasi-international tribunal with jurisdiction to try major crimes perpetrated by the Khmer Rouge regime in Cambodia (if you are confused, just Wiki "Khmer Rouge") that we worked in conjunction with. Like many minority groups in Cambodia the Cham were particularly ravaged by the Khmer Rouge. Obviously it was an honor to host them and the director of the organization decided that a celebratory feast was in order (being the generous guy he was, our employer often took occasion to declare that celebratory proceedings were in order - why am I not in Cambodia right now?)
So it came to be that a cow was roasted. Normally it would be pig - this being Cambodia, where even cold snout slices are revered (that's another story), but because we were hosting Muslims we needed something halal, or at least not pig. I'm not sure what kind of cow this was, but it wasn't huge the way you normally think of cows. Maybe it was a baby cow? Cambodian cows, like other Asian cows I've seen, don't look like the American and European moo-cows. They are much leaner and wilder looking, usually colored tan or brown. Whatever we ate, it was delicious.
Imagine my surprise when we arrived back to the office after spending hours listening to live translations of pre-trial genocide and war-crimes proceedings to find this sucker spinning around in front of my office. Cambodia, fu@k yeah!
While the cow was finishing over the coals, these guys were sharpening knives and preparing sides.

No point in wasting good entrails.

Accoutrement

Something salty and crunchy and limes.

Slice and dice them entrails!

Godamn I said slice and dice!

A picture...

...is worth a thousand words.

The tail, said to give men "strength." I ate some and noticed a significant surge in my libido. Someone call Pasticerria Natalina.

The crackling, golden skin was the first thing to come off and was the best part.


Plate one of many. The skin!


Yes! Awesome!

Driving my motorbike home later that evening, full of baby cow and with a powerful libido, I nonetheless chose to skip the "karaoke" bar, anchor of my seedy neighborhood. And no LTH, I've never paid for karaoke.


OK, time to go outside!
Habibi
"By the fig, the olive..." Surat Al-Teen, Mecca 95:1"